Reflection

Every now and then a hero comes along
He’ll be clad in shining armor with a sword at his side
A smile so bright, you’ll swoon at his sight
He speaks words made of honey that melt away time

Every then and now a villain comes around
He’ll be waving his sword, clad in polished armor
You’ll swoon at his sight, when he smiles bright
Time draw slow as he charms your soul