A poem from my mis-spent youth!

[Draken]

The Girl in the Pub


If this was Gothic, sword-girt myth,
She’d be a dragon-offered maid,
I an iron-plated hero.
And when the lizard had been slain,
I’d lift my grating, fire-scorched helm,
Cleave Andromedean chains…
And then we’d fall in love.

If this was bloody hostage crisis
I’d push her clear of spitting guns,
Then act as bullet-stopping shield.
And as the SAS mopped up,
With medics pumping morphine in,
Our eyes would meet across the carnage…
And then we’d fall in love.

If this was deadly, star-strewn space,
I’d burn a path through alien hordes
Trying to surround her,
Then both of us would hold the line
Against invading swarms.
And then we’d let our lasers cool,
Stepping over green remains…
And then we’d fall in love.

But this is just a normal pub,
Full of normal people,
She’s with her friends,
I’m with mine,
I doubt I’ll ever meet her.
Life never lives up to my dreams,
But then again,
It’s safer.