'Princess In The Tower' - by David Wilding

Princess In The Tower
by David Wilding (mid-October 2009)

My princess,
So far away locked up in her Russian tower,
Chained by distance.
Break out!
Come! Fly to me!
Let's be together! Here! NOW!
I want this like no other,
Life needs you to be here.

For without you I am one again,
Just a light in darkness,
Candle in wind,
A ship at sea,
In the storm.
Like Truman I know it's not real, it's seated against me,
To prevent me, to turn me away, to stop me.
I cannot fight it but it is there,
To deny me again in my life.
I need to fight, to resist it,
To see through its lie, to break it down,
I cannot do this alone.

Now I sit, I wait,
My questions unanswered, my fate unknown,
Outside a raging city burns,
To consume me, to take me in,
It needs me too.
Will I succumb? Do I need it? Or want?
Must I be here?
So alone in its wind, its fire and ice,
To make it better.

Puzzles a-plenty,
To solve alone, no help,
Well alone I cannot,
I feel, I need to be joined,
To be whole again,
As it once was.
Is she out there waiting?
The ivory tower,
Dragons and monsters attack and surround it,
I have no sword and I still need my prize,
To climb the tower,
"Let down your hair!",
I will come, I will.

But no.

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