Lightning strikes the dark tower,

Rain...endless rain, all around, unceasing,

Thunderclap that shakes the very foundations of her heart,

She is alone and afraid, no idea where to turn,

More rain that chills to the bone,

Dark shadows all around that seem unreal,

Twisted spires that some call home,

She looks down at her hands, they are trembling,

Where is the hope?

Where is the knight?

Where is the assurance she’ll live to see the sun one last time?

They descend and she grips her coat tighter,

Dark laughter seems to surround her,

She bites her lower lip and feigns unawareness of the situation,

Lightning...lightning,

Then as all goes dark once more something new falls,

Not just the rain, a hero,

The laughter turns into gasps of fear,

Risen, is the hero, from his fall,

Weapon drawn and he smiles,

The gasps become a panicked flight as next bolt reveals the blade,

She collapses into his arms as the last threat departs,

“Sleep, child, no harm will come to you this night,”

The storm weakens, as does the night, dawn is near,

As long as he draws breath he will protect her, this he has sworn.