Two poems...
On Failure
Hated mistress of the majority,
Whose tender kiss poisons all she touches,
Causing the brave to dissolve in flushes
As their courage fades to minority.
Victory's sister, but with seniority;
By distraction she works, and as much as
He tries, one can't resist her false blushes,
And defeated, gives her authority.
Though she seems scorned by all, in Heaven's eyes,
She is loved, treasured, honored and cherished.
And if by some unknown means she perished,
Heaven would weep, sending rain from the skies.
Triumph is nothing without having failed;
Without opposition, Victory is paled.
Vocally modern
"Damsel in distress? No, not I!
I'm quite well on my own, thank you!
Alone I can succeed, can fly
Without others into the blue.
No knight need I, no man to ride
In with shining armor and horse
To 'save my life' and veer my course.
I know my path! I need no guide!
I live for me, do as I please,
I think as I want, always seize
Every chance to show all my strengths,
For myself, go to any lengths."
She stood all alone
Defiant in tone.
But despite all her pride,
She felt dead inside.
She wanted to love, to feel and to give,
But with empty pride, she never will live.