As each new damsel with flailing arms appears
Worry not fair/dark/whatever you may be maiden
For your own Arthur is waiting , soon to be here
He will give you his own sad sorry songs to show he’s more than equally laden
This knight as you see him is dressed in stolen armour
The dragons breath still hot upon it, is turning it to dust
Just before the scales fall you will see him start to clamber
Those sinking castle walls he built on fake sand, not trust
He will tell you he doesn’t understand why you changed to him
Why your face it fits the shell of rusty frame no more
And your old light and love have grown so very dim
Like the burnt out flame of desire you felt before
You will realise one day he’s trying to build a goddess to worship from afar
So stay distant, true, do not utter your dissent!!
It’s high to reach Arthur’s stay perfect bar
And now you can see the armour all ruined and rent
The woman he worships never was human and frail
She doesn’t have problems and she will never ail
He bows at the altar built as a boy in his head
He kneels down before the gods of the dead
So take flight damsel he cannot save you from your own dragons and fire
You were the solid face of a person of which he tires.
ailsacawley 