Purple princess stands up tall
Looks for her knight the valiant Sir Jasper
She knows he is out there
She knows as he told her he would return.
For so long, she lived in loneliness
Unloved, uncared for, accepting of her lot
But her Prince has given her a shred of hope
She clings to it, believing he’ll be back.
They met by chance, accidental it seemed
She stumbled in front of him
He reached down to lift her out the mud,
They spoke for hours, eyes locked.
She tends her farm now, crops and livestock
She dreams of Sir Jasper away on his conquests
Wonders as she cooks if he thinks of her,
Considers it unlikely he would come back for her.
In the heat of battle the knight is wounded
Blood flows, his heart thuds, mortality looms
He fights this wounds, he struggles back
He has one last prize, he yearns for, he craves.
The mist is lifting, a lone figure appears
Slumped in his saddle, resilient to the end
She looks up from her labours, her heart skips
Runs, her love has returned to her arms.