Under my breath I complain about the tower.

Talking about it makes my mother sour.

She scalds and simmers, bubbling how it’s the only way.

Deaf in enchantment, she insists it’s my every day.

She blocks my comments flinging me to see.

Without it, death, pain, and misery would be.

The streets are already bathed in blood ‘til Potters’ Square.

Sights and smells and sounds of war would be too much to bear.

Inside is safe….but so forlorn.

Is this my fate? I’m so torn!

To flee the protection of the tower is suicide.

To live and watch my people die. I’m horrified.

So I use my time in the tower to train.

One day it will be worth the strain.

The wooden posts have felt my sword,

But not a soul from my enemy’s hoard.

I will be out there fighting.

Not suffocating here in the dim lighting.

 

One day, One Day, ONE DAY!

That is what I always say.

No more waiting, the time is now!

Braiding my escape took years.

It didn’t even cost me tears.

Intertwined with the vanity.

The length an inhumanity.

Out the window, I repel.

Starting the descent from my cell.

Hand under hand—down, down.

Glad to not be in my gown.

I hold fast.

The ground firm at last.

With sword in hand and sweat on my brow.

There’s no going back now.

I sever the braid.

My fears allayed.

Shake out my hair.

Give my dungeon a glare.

The result is profound.

I am truly unbound.

Nothing weighs me down.

I even left my crown.

 

Determined, I walk away.

Through the courtyard doorway.

On to freedom, choice, and death.

All within a single breath.

The future fantastically unknown.

But never again will I be alone.