My heart is my blessing and my curse,
For within lies the purest of souls,
Fighting off evil when ever it shows,
Forever a guardian, a stead fast defender,
To shield all from evil, his only sin.
But deep within, the hearts bitter recesses,
The walls of his heart, built to hide his shame,
They are built by the knight, to protect you from evil,
The evil, of which I speak, a dragon born in my soul, so very deep,
Kept at bay only, by knightly desire to defend you from pain.
Born from the passions, which have never been released,
Born from the flames of love, desiring satisfing flesh,
Birthed from the ashes of endless lust, angered only by misplaced trust,
Forever hungry and snarling, thirsting for love and affection,
Forever wanting, needing, loving, bringing the knight only the pain of shame.
None has ever sought, this knight only for protection,
Shield only scarred, by the dragon born of own hearts passions,
Forever shamed and broken inside, I hang my head down and I cry,
Oh how I've fought, my own passions foul twisted creation,
Bleeding rivers, broken dreams, rusting the purest soul.
Slumbering silently, behind the walls of my heart,
Sorrows fumes always leaking, flammable gases,
Corroding my soul, devouring my heart from within,
Loves first spark, always ignition, shattering even, the purest intentions,
Love flames, instant explosion, cracking walls, that should never be broken.
The flame of love, prematurely bursts forth, so very sudden, maidens heart fills with remorse,
The knight desires only to protect you, fighting fire within, attempting to save,
Behind now cracked walls, the dragon awakens, fanning the flames, with his lustful intentions,
Lie upon lie, only language he knows, lies upon lies, he wickedly speaks,
Wildy trying to kindle to blaze, the spark of love in fair maidens stary eyed gaze.
The winds of mistrust, now blow upon her heart, causing all desire to fester and rot,
Knightly message of protection and love, now obscured, by lustful desire and smoke,
Any chance of growing loves flame in her heart, is beaten down by, the guardian of her heart,
Maiden slowly retreating, heart filled with dread, knight now protects her, from this dragon in his head,
Dragon grows stronger, feeding upon ashes of love, the knights newest shame, creates ever more passion and lust.
Knight torn assunder, dreams broken as though fated, battle echos within, purest soul now hollowed and hated,
Passion to save her, always the knights true calling, the death of his dreams, feeding the beast from within,
Battle begins, knight renewed by passion to save, save fair maiden from pain, his only desire,
Knight knows what to do, force the maiden away, true promise fulfilled, the maiden is safe,
Alone must he be, knowledge of maidens safety a must, he battles his dragon, shamed armor begins to rust.
Ever stronger grows the dragon, fed by the passion of recent lust, new shame for the knight, turning armor to dust,
Dragon crys out hungrily, constantly starving, lustful intentions, weakened by knights selfless sacrafice,
Intertwined are their souls, the knight and the dragon, forever alone, unused passion forever growing,
Knight now busily, rebuilding the walls, broken and scared is his heart, dragon starved into slumber,
Alone again, new scars now appear, knights purest soul, never tainted though weakened by futures fear.
The stage now reset, all players in place, knight always yearning, for true loves sweet embrace,
To slay the dragon, is all he requires, but to do so, his lifes blood, his passion and dreams, are required,
Fear of losing his soul, forces his sword back to sheath, shamed once again, forever fated to grief,
Avoiding all the world, hiding in shame, standing ever ready, his prison his pain, fear becomes sorrow and remorse,
Sorrows gases renewed, fearing the spark of love the knight is hiding, forever longing, fated to the darkness of despair.
Shame grows most of all, for the fact, knights are ment to use dragons, not keep them locked up tight,
Always defensive, fated to suffer, the knight keeps on breathing, but his longing to protect, breaks him in two,
This is my curse, this is my plight, the passion of my heart, forever sealed up tight, the dragon, unsatisfied lust and desire,
When all that is needed, a fair maiden it seems, which desires to break into my heart, with perfect love and perfect trust,
An offering of flesh, unrestrained lust, bringing the dragon out into the light, proving he isn't truely evil, just cut into halves. |
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