The Damsel
The Damsel
There's damsel in a Tower
a dark and gloomy place
a window and a mirror
that show's a tired face.
Her door is made of iron
a window is her light
her hero's by the locked door
the door he tries to fight.
She looks out of her window
and calls out with a cry
her hero's looking back up
and ask's the question 'why' ?
The damsel yearns her hero
to come to set her free
again he pounds the iron
but damsel... has the key' !
Copyright © Jacqueline Elston | Year Posted 2020
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