Distressed

Black castle peaks above black clouds

Scraggly and square

The distressed damsel in the dungeon

Cries echoing out there

“Go save her,” thinks the knight,

Sitting in his chair.

The villagers look at him,

Expecting him to go.

He dreams of the fortune

That is sure to follow.

But he sighs and sits back–

“Maybe tomorrow.”

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