King's Sword

I just dropped off the bus, She was crossing the road from The other side, Just what is that, My mind whispered, Let me get closer and witness This rare gem. She walked with rare ease and care She had been lectured to be like that, She knew eyes were staring She was careless about it, She was used to it, Little did she know I was stuck On that beauty of hers. "I have been following you From the bus station" I said, "Just what do you want?" She laughed. "May I please have your digits, I love your style" And suddenly I had the King's Sword Right in my hands.