female and male knights

Oh the scenes we painted on our armour
that hid us in the trees and blended
the city between our crenelated joints
would cause no one any pain while insuring
that we'd never die inside, that our love
transcended oceans and sailed the seas of memory
like errant vessels bothered by no one.

Now you're getting hot in leather straps
that brought you to your knees, we're
a couple of knightly chaps weighed down
by our chivalry, kept light by our golden
levity, and with a thrust of a sword a
kingdom fell like it was plagued with some
terrible disease. but we knew the edges
of our castles couldn't contain the damsels
so we let her walk where she chose and never
locked her in the tower, we, knights of
the holy crossroads where you choose
between life and its imitation.