Cloaked Dishonour

One loose string was pulled And it all began to fray. All that remained in her left hand Was fallen silk from Whence she had spun a garment That this Uggo had cloaked himself in. As they parted She was still hesitant, Insisting she could spin another, It would just take time Patience, She would of course have to do all the hard work. And so She returned to the spinning wheel and began the laborious task. Nothing but the finest Would do for her beloved, So she grabbed her iPad And ordered fabric From a distant land. Maybe chain metal around the chest Would prevent a frayed catastrophe! Oh and a helmet! And a lance, No wait – she hesitated That was getting too costly… After all fortune was hardly Easily comeby for this maiden. But since she believed in this investment She was willing, Hopeful, The chain metal would be worth it, Shiny, Honorable. Yet as she waited for the precious material to arrive, He began his ‘spiritual’ retreat Believing he was better off He was not... As he stood bare chested He basqued in his chumphood, His ego inflated… He knew how much she had invested He knew she was still clinging to hope Yet he would not let go To his macho bravado Deciding to set his sights A simpler garment One that would never have the intelligence  To pull away at his weakness again, At least not prior to betrothment… And if she did, well then He would present this past anecdote, To shed some light. Coward.