I, the Fair Maiden

So weak and frail,
Trapped without hope of ever being freed

In a tower so tall
Even Rapunzel’s hair
Couldn’t ease my plight

Dark cold damp air
Sometimes, razor blade winds

Ravaged are my thoughts, stripped away
Naked and hollow

Echoes of loneliness bellowing through my ears
Whistling sorrow, as I lay

Sometimes I glimpse the shadow of my Dragon
furious eyes of yellow and green
although he’s blind

Fire enraged upon his breath

His serpent scales so big
Eating a banquet of the king’s feast, on one
Is all I can imagine

Sometimes I see him
Spreading his wings
Opening his very own
Book of hope

Swaying tail, as long as a corridor
That looks like an invite for escape?
My cold aching bones
Alas too weak to leave

Passing my open stone window

He flies, Into the black of night
Over the forest naked without light

Back home, to his very own Myth

And I, the Fair Maiden

I will never sleep tight

But I have hope
His cold blood will one day turn warm
Regaining his sight

To rescue me.