The Pyle Inside

A book, written in the Dark Ages

Burning the witches

Then applauding the knights.

Ride in your shining armor,

Come pick me up and toss me onto your horse

Please?

My body remains your shadow

Trailing you around,

Growing longer as the sun comes out

Only to shrink again.

Because I am merely a damsel,

No one tells me I am great

No one shows me I am strong

Guess I’ll never be you,

Only a shadow,

With the fate of a witch…