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...