The Girl And The Doctor

I saw you, the dark damsel in distress,
I came riding in, and cleaned up your mess.
High on my donkey, flying on clouds.
Your rescuing doctor, here to arouse.

You showed me your birds, flying with ease.
Ever so sweetly, but spreading your decease.
Flew so high, and dove so low.
They were all doomed to take a blow.

When you came to my garden,
So ill and urgently depressed,
I took the honor to cleanse out your blackened soul.
For I once saw my own heart congeal within my own dead soul.

Fought the tyrant taking control,
and had to start on heavy patrol.
I applied hungry leeches to you battle torn wounds.
I scraped off the old dried blood on your tarnished clothes.

I got too close to you, and I lost my stethoscope vision.
I tore out your last tumor, blindly, without your permission.
Shocked by the immense pain, you ran away.
I sat and stared for the flower, so far away.

In your absence, and my anger,
My beloved garden grew grey.
Only the most resilient of all my flowers left,
She bloomed to my liking, forever as my test.

Now your garden grows fair again,
I was fortunate to heal your pain.
Anyhow, the light is now your conductor.
Stay true to me now, for I am your doctor.