Chivalry Isn'T Dead
Distressed damsel left tied to tracks
Face furrowed in anticipated anguish
Her words screamed in a foreign language...
An unfeeling locomotive set to wreck...
Her eyes affixed to oncoming
catastrophe....
Well off in a distant venue
looking back through the rear view
A villain smirks in tasteless glee
Leaving the heroic stage set for me...
Gallantly dashing to free this captive
Her limbs strained beneath restraints
My hands worked with purposeful dexterity
all of which was possessed by me
Succeeding in setting her free
I watched as lady ran frantically
Alongside train, she cried out in vain
Chasing his madness
Her wasted wailing, a ghostly refrain
Wrists bled from the rope he tied
Yet she waved those wrists
and cried...for him
I the fool who covers puddles with coats
Watching this scene
Cursing all the old anecdotes
Chivalry isn't as dead as they say...
Willing recipients are withering away!!
Yesterday I bought a length of rope...
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