The Damsel and The Dragon
The damsel and the dragon
And I sit here in my tower waiting for a knight
Why do I bother getting out of my bed
Separated in white little boxes
That has worn along with me
There is nothing to make us worn
Nothing to show that it has been touched
I sit upon a wooden stool
The wood shines in the sun
Every day I spare a glance out the window
Hoping for the lack of emerald scales
Beneath my pristine brick window
Yet everyday the dragon sits
Not breathing fire but words
They don’t burn my skin but my heart
No proof that I ever did anything but sit and wait
Because everyday I sit here
I sit here waiting for the perfect night to come
When a brave knight comes and silences the dragon
I am the damsel just as much as the dragon
To save me you must fight me
And kill that part of myself
If I can be the damsel and the dragon
Perhaps I can be the knight