For Princess Pink

And there he goes, your sweet macaroni,
Unsightly fleeing from the enemy's wiles
Leaving you chained to its mercy.
Congratulations, you're a damsel-forever-in-distress.

You can only look on in horrendous horror,
For nothing makes any shred of sense.
He was supposed to be your prince,
Your hero, your savior, your One True Love.

Listen well, my dear child,
You who is deliciously naive.
There exists neither logic nor pity in the world,
But at least you may find solace in The End.