If castle doors my hands did crack

Pound palms till blood burst

Smashed on stone walls like pumpkin

It was all of my own invention

 

For lettuce green as grass

Grows unsafely in a garden

They claim the craving brings death

So on growing flesh, they munch

 

The tower, it’s much safer than below

No one can claim and crave you

When you’re locked away

Temping looks is a target for torment

 

I will never be abused again

No green leaves to grow greed

I stay here for princes are but thieves

Masking hunger by faux heroism

 

Yet still, I look below

At some humans, I wish to know

Smile and try to let the fantasy go

Of a man who truly shows his shadow