Damsel In Distress
Friday, May 20, 2005
In a strange, distant land, where the peaches have no trees, there sleeps a damsel who distresses with feverant passion. She paces about, debating matters of noble intentions and justice for all. She toils and troubles over every detail, works herself to no end. Surely, she thinks, there must be a way.
She is trapped in a tower, a tower so tall, so strange. This tower has no comparisson; it's top no eye can see. A tower to herself, in which no man can be.
Delivered there by her own misfortune, she cries out to be released. The strangest thing of all, however, is yet to be seen.
The strangest thing of all, that which baffles even the greatest mind, is that upon rescuing her, no ordinary hero can deliver. No, for when they lay eyes upon her, her feet are planted firmly on the ground, amongst the ordinary peach trees of life.
She is trapped in a tower, a tower so tall, so strange. This tower has no comparisson; it's top no eye can see. A tower to herself, in which no man can be.
Delivered there by her own misfortune, she cries out to be released. The strangest thing of all, however, is yet to be seen.
The strangest thing of all, that which baffles even the greatest mind, is that upon rescuing her, no ordinary hero can deliver. No, for when they lay eyes upon her, her feet are planted firmly on the ground, amongst the ordinary peach trees of life.