Damsel

AFTER THE STORM- POETRY
He came—just when I needed him most.
Bolting like a Knight on a mighty steed,
his eyes blazing, his focus for me alone.
How he knew I was in trouble? I cannot say.
Call it instinct, a connection, any label you choose.
I scrambled from my hiding spot beneath the brush
desperate for him to reach down, grab my hand,
pull me up and take me away from this nightmare.
Lightning flashed, the sound crackling in my ears
grazing by us as we made our escape.
My hair broke loose from the scarf,
cascading in black waves, blending
into the inkiness surrounding us.
His hand gripped mine tight, pulling me
into his hard frame as we reached the cliff,
encompassing me in the warmth of his embrace.
One. Two. Three. Thrust over the edge
crashing down into the crystal blue waters
below. Oh how I loved this game we
played, me the damsel, him forever the
hero.

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