Swashbuckling

muscles tense
the jaw aligns
my hero leaps to foe
with shim'mring slice
and gleaming buckle
a brash dispatch of woe
a careless snort
his brow at arch
the bastard quakes in fear
he deftly snatches
parries, thrusts
and shatters bottled beer
the raging giant
thunders in
to bruise and batter more
my hero's cape
envelopes me
he stands to settle score
the battle breaks
a clash of wills
flashing swords and fists
unrestrained
the good knight fights
he brandishes and twists
alas my enemy is strong
his belts and hands immense
he burns and scars
and tears my flesh
with fatherly pretense
my wounded valiant
falls beside my aching form
his eyes are full of shame
but with a knowing glance
i show him that he
wasn't meant to blame
no, this great hero
dashing, proud
was built to give me hope
and though beside me
broken too
he keeps me from the rope
the one that beckons me to come
to end the pain man brings
the one that puts a final end
to all the sufferings
and while each battle ends the same
my savior and his charge
lying on the bedroom floor
the demon still at large
i have that secret promise
my hero by my side
that one day he and i will change
this never-ending tide