"Rescue" by Jenna Rebecca Brager

Rescue

Sits in a tower

way up high,

Nothing to do

but sit and cry.

 Dragons guard

only door,
Fire breath

of ancient lore

Waiting for her

prince to come,

His good looks

will strike her dumb. 

Many will enter,

few will live,

Hot swift death,

dragons give.

Handsome knight

through battle slips, 

Up the stairs

staggers and trips.

Faster now

almost there,

Gallant youth

with not a care. 

Sudden halt

there she is,

Beautiful Princess

finally his.

Or so he thought. . .

Clever Princess

stares at prince,

His dull manner

makes her wince. 

Perhaps my dream

was a lie,

Princess thought

with a sigh.

But with weak prince

Princess went, 

His fight was over

his strength spent. 

So mighty Princess

with a shout,

Shoved her so-called

true love out.

He faced the beast

sure to die,

no way to win

should he try. 

And Princess stole

his noble steed,

And rode away

with great speed. 

And as all stories end,

pain in the past,

She rode off towards the sun

free at last.