The Tall Twisted Tower

38 3 0
                                    


There once was a woman

So beautiful and kind,

One day in the forest

She found,

A creature so disturbing,

It risked her life

And once it was seen

She fled.

Oh how terrifying it was.

She knew it would cost her

Her life.

So in her escape

She climbed,

Oh she climbed,

And she climbed,

And she climbed some more,

Oh she climbed,

She climbed a tall tower.

She thought she was safe,

She thought she was free,

But little did she know,

Oh how her doom could climb too.

Oh it climbed,

And it climbed,

And it climbed some more,

Oh it climbed,

It climbed the tall tower.

She watched in horror

As death approached

And knew

She had

To hide.

In a desperate act

She hid in a closet

Listening so closely.

She hid for what seemed

Like hours

But heard not a sound outside,

Unsure if it was safe,

She waited a bit more,

Enough to hear the sounds

Of a fight.

When the sounds stopped,

She listened well.

Friend or foe?

She couldn't tell.

Knowing either way,

Death was likely

She took the better chance,

In an act of bravery

She came out for a glance.

Oh how she was surprised.

Instead of a monster,

In her path

There stood her prince charming.

He may not have been,

Much of a prince,

But to her

That didn't matter.

To her,

He was not just,

A man

He was her hero

Her savior

Her knight

From there,

Their story began,

As they met in that tower

Each night.

Then,

Tragedy hit.

And it hit hard.

The woman made her way

Into the tower,

To meet with her beloved.

But there she found,

His mangled corpse

Drowning in a pool of

blood.

Oh how she grieved,

And she grieved,

And she grieved some more.

Oh she grieved upon that

Tall, twisted, tower

That next morning,

A man passed by.

As he glanced,

He saw a figure.

Coming close,

He was appalled.

There she laid,

A broken body

Below that

Tall, twisted, tower.

And no one knows

The true story.

Was she pushed?

Was she shoved?

Did she slip and fall?

Or perhaps?

The pain in her heart

Was too much to bear

And she had,

To make,

It stop.

PoembookWhere stories live. Discover now