The Tower And the young girl looked out of the window and far into the distance And wondered if anyone out there even knew of her existence Far through the trees and up into the glen She wondered if she'd ever see another soul again Trapped up in the tower quite frightened and alone She longed to see the day arrive, the day that she'd go home But deep within the forest and hidden by the trees No one knew her whereabouts so none could set her free From time to time the witch would come to check that she was there The girl would sit ignoring her whilst combing her long hair She'd think of all the fairytales she'd read when she was free And wished a knight would come for her upon his mighty steed And with such strength and valour he would wield his sword of steel Until the witch succumbed to him and before the knight would kneel He would give the girl her freedom and save her from the tower Take her far away from here into his royal bower Where she could live away from harm and wickedness outside And where the knight would ask the girl to be his loving bride But this is not a fairytale and she's trapped within this power Locked deep inside the forest up in a lonely long lost tower. © Catherine Turner-Joll Unauthorized use of this poem is strictly prohibited.   Back   Home Background Music ~ "Lottyr, Lady of the Hells" ~ Composed by Bjorn Lynne Click on the link below to visit Bjorn's site