Gather your skirts and run like hell,
Kneel next to the one who just fell
Curls tumble down to sheild his face
Slow your breathing to a regular pace.
Kiss away bruises all black and blue,
Kisses heal hidden wounds, too.
Whisper comfort into his ear,
Do you best to vanquish your fear.
A Lady must be strong for her knight,
And never must let waver her light.
Safe in soft arms, pain fades away
The battle may be done for this day....
But the sun sets low in the sky,
And under cover of darkness, two shall fly...
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