Late as it is tonight,
the icy breath of mine whispers,
"There is no moonlight in this tower of ivory."

Locked in I am by chains of tresses.
This soul may reach through
the slits on the stony flesh.

The wind echoes in the haunted halls.
Behind me lies the darkness
and the monsters that chase me.

No knight with a silver lance
to save this maiden.
They are my demons to fight.

For a girl can carry arms, too,
and it is I who chose this tower to keep
of my own castle to abandon.

Written on April 19, 2001.
Revised on June 5, 2003.