Sometimes a woman needs a hero out of time.
There are bogus pledges out there in this great big world.
Hedges placed around the flower of love, while unfeigned passion is hurled.
Cast Into the broad space of the spirit world, a heart lies broken by a lurking troll.
His true image masked by a token smile void of any true compassionate goal.
Her souls blindness was bolstered by her need to be loved through sordid taste.
Wasting inside, the trolls outer case hides narcissistic human waste.
The trolls image has the appearance of an angelic man.
Brutally handsome, yet his eyes reveal a latent clan, harboring a perverse plan.
All is not lost, for our new hero makes haste, crossing the mirrored bridge of mystic embrace.
No man must venture across with doubt, for a honest heart will always win out, so with a great shout our hero, famed Michael, dismounts his horse; venturing forth with all haste.
There is grace in his steps, masculine nobility melded with an ancient taste for chivalric love.
The trolls eye's glare in abject terror, how dare this man insult his degrading dove.
Her eyes were downcast, reason was gone, why she already accepted her grave estates dawn.
She cautioned a glance, a light or a glimmer, suddenly sparked from our heroes eyes like a shimmering cauldrons spawn.
A innocent maturity yes, she sensed it anew, a raging Tsunami, was waiting at the gate.
Her heart had been broken, a rape of innocence it's true , but our hero's gait told her of that devilish troll's long awaited fate.
Michaels old innocence had faded, as innocent maturity grew.
Purity birthed, forced out by man's exposed demonic pleasures, justice imbued.
Most men would lay blame to a presence of injustice, possessed some would confess, but in reality, it was not madness, but what most evil men do.
Michael thought love a weakness, a bane to be rejected, until the dam of anger blew, then he knew love was strengths glue.
Then Michaels heart, it ached to help the innocent child, and he understood action was stronger than nonresistance.
During his journey, he had seen her fall, under that trolls hypnotic hell, now no longer, mean distance.
Up he flew, his lean body its timeless existence swatted that troll, leaving him an eunuch .
A meted justice for this cretin, its true , but judgment dignified a fitting tunic.
Now the troll was left forever serving in Hades hell.
The mirrored bridge of mystic embrace became the drawbridge for Michaels new castle dell.
Thus Michael broke that hellish spell, dressing his unremitting little dove in fine linen with haste.
He wooed her, then wed her, with a deep love that was chaste, adding long fleshly pleasures in his inner bedroom landscapes.
