"...and so the Damsel becomes the villian."
A dark and weary day.
Shadows encompass my face.
I found a flaw within myself I never knew existed before.
These cries for help are just to lure you in.
These walls are up just to knock you down.
And for every last bit of hope
is a desperation ready to conquer it.
Don't be fooled by my presence.
Have better sense.
To lack in wisdom is to lack in fortitude.
How can one key of life be so simple,
yet life's mysteries so hard to unfold.
A legend was born one day,
or so I am told.
With shaky hands and gritted teeth,
a monster has been unmasked,
like the villian in every story,
he has but one task:
to condemn and conquer.
It feels strange to shed a mask,
but finally his real face shows.
Could he be the end of it all?
Could he be the end of life as we know?
Or is there some compassion left inside?
Could I be the one to tame this dark knight?
I've been hiding behind a veil,
a mask too it seems,
something straight out of nightmares,
that once was a dream.
This river of blood fuels my fire,
the intentions of my heart.
I don't know what you are fighting for.
He has already won the war.
Your resistance is futile by any means neccessary.
There is no common ground.
What once was will never be again,
a lesson you have not yet found.
Go home, "my hero".
I am not the damsel in distress.
I do not wish to be rescued,
for I am the headsmen,
and he is standing in the pyre.
My love will set him free,
burn all his evil desires.
This was my master plan all along,
to do this great deed.
Now, ride off my handsome,
on top your white steed.
I prefer a black horse to ride into the night.
I'll take off his mask, and claim it as mine.
© 2011 Nikki Wicked