a damsel in distress. once upon a time
she sat inside a tower waiting for her knight to come. dusk and dawn she waited but he was still gone.through the wind and rain she prayed for him to show, but in the end she watched her own blood flow. she knew she was in trouble and she cried her heart popped like a bubble.
she was weak she was meek.
in her pretty dress, she was nothing but a damsel in distress. she was a fool, she was a loser. she wanted to fight, she wanted to do right.
so for that she picked up a sword , or rather
"pick up the gun damn it!!"
she did. she picked up the gun her hands firm and her eyes locked on her target. she knelt with one knee on the ground while her other leg stepped firmly on the grass.
"fire!!" one, two , ...cut to ten.
she shot straight at her
