A princess’s response to this poem. Sometimes, a knight needs to listen to the princess, too.
Ever since a little girl, I’ve dreamt the day he’d come
I the princess, he the knight, who’d come to take me home
I’ve heard tales and seen pictures of the one like my knight
In the movies and in storybooks, perfection was the sight
“But nobody is that perfect,” a voice said in my head
“But I’ll wait for this perfect knight,” I argue stubbornly instead
He’s my knight in shining armor who rides a noble steed
He’ll waltz in here a victor and sweep me off my feet
He’ll find me and save me and I will be his bride
We’ll fall in love at first sight, and into the sunset we’ll ride
I wait and wait but still he doesn’t come
One day a knight rode past, but he wasn’t the one
Instead of looking a victor, he looked wearied and worn
He walked beside a dirty horse, both deserving scorn
He called up to me and said he would like to marry me
But career with my knight was the only sim’larity
My knight’s armor would be shining and grand
His armor was the only thing helping him stand
My knight would have an impressive sword at his side
His sword was dull and broken, not deserving of pride
What was left of his shield would not be any use at all
I smugly turned, resuming to wait for my knight to call
“Why can’t he hurry up?” I said to myself impatiently
The tower holding me in thickens painfully
With each heartbreak, walls are added, I fear there’s no hope for knights
But when my one true knight will come, he will put up a fight
As a princess to the knights, I plead for perseverance
Don’t give up when we keep you out, instead give us assurance
You may not be the unrealistic knight in our dreams
But you will save us heroically no matter the extremes
Anna E. Meyer 