Damsel In Distress
In the stillness of the night,
by Nur Faiqah Hamzah
She prayed hard with all her might.
She hoped for her salient knight,
She hoped for a ray of light.
Sitting alone by the window;
She wallowed in her pain and sorrow.
She was lost; no one to follow.
But she was ready; ready to go.
He rode gallantly on his horse.
He was evidently lost.
Riding so fast; he ran off-course.
Now he was lost; that was the cost.
She sang her blues far and wide.
She knew she was far out of sight.
No one to help her to take flight.
She was stuck forever in this plight.
He heard her voice, singing clear.
Her voice melodious, with a tinge of fear.
He knew she was somewhere near.
The urgency; somehow he had to find her.
He called out to her; he tried any name.
Mary and Sally, he tried all the same.
He wanted to see her; that was his aim.
He was drawn to her; like moth to flame.
He saw her, hair billowing in the wind.
Her head was turned; she could not be seen.
Impatience replaced where curiosity had been.
The distance between them was a sin.
“Come down, fair lady! Come down, ” he said.
“Come down and meet me. I am your fate.”
With sad, blue eyes, she shook her head.
“This tower is my prison; it has no gate.”
Frustrated he was, he paced here and there.
He had to find a way in, into her lair.
No door, no ladder, no way to spare.
But an idea struck him, as he started to despair.
“Oh lady, oh lady! Let down your hair! ”
“It must have grown long; you’re alone up there.”
She gathered her hair and let it down with care.
Finally she was saved from eternal despair.
A beauty she was, looking up close.
Perfect features; from the eyes to her nose.
A queen she was, a beautiful rose.
A worthy queen to all he'd boast.
They were married under the cover of night.
Under the bare sky; with stars in sight.
And a sight she was, all dressed in white.
He promised forever to his delicate bride.