A Ghost in the Knight.
My love means nothing to you, a wisp of smoke, a ghost.
Walk away, you coward, you knight in stainless steel.
If you want me, fight for me, extend your sword.
A prettier princess has beckoned, a choice you cannot make.
And alas, a liar you have become, actions never taken.
Your words mean nothing to me, a wisp of smoke, a ghost.
You’ve gone from jester, you joker, to knight, to royalty.
A royal pain, a king sized ego mounted atop your wall.
And I, the plain maiden from your kingdom, hidden.
A secret in rags, bewitched, you burn me at the stake.
My life meant nothing to you, a wisp of smoke, a ghost.
