stories and fables,
horses and stables,
men in iron suits
chasing grand pursuits.

the damsel in distress
longing for the caress
of the man on the steed,
now a lost breed.

away she’s swept
wanting to be kept,
clinging to an assurance
that this is love’s chance.

it’s the message of old
that our ancestor’s told,
the well intended pressure
and loving gesture
to seed the romance
of an eternal dance,
the victim as slave
for a hero to save.

if truth be known
the destiny we own,
what flows through our veins
and on our soul leaves stains
is the persistent antagonist
that births the protagonist.

create a tale, one we amend,
exchange the myth for a legend
where within us lies the seed
to sprout the hero we need.