The song of the tower

The tower dark and cold, a conquest for the brave. My hands shake, a sign. The bed unmade, Mother’s throne. My cheeks lift, freedom. The jougs bite, a bit looser. My talons reach for it, Click. Thud. The crickets and wind sing, a perfect recipe. My limbs remember the weight, stillness lingers. Hunger gnaws where helplessness once slept. Instincts awaken, survival bound. "Mother could not keep me bound forever." The trap is set, candle in the window. Bread in the oven. My brave knight, come rescue me. The song rides the wind, siren slick. My hair, golden destruction. A noose spun long. The pig comes, snorting vows and steel. Exhausted, he falls, butchered clean. My hands steady, my stomach full, sleep calls. The jougs returns, familiar, a crown. Mother must never know. For she will do to me. As I do to the brave.