The Queen Of The Tower

Atop the solemn tower,

She is there,

The wilderness around does shrink and cower,

And the pain of the world is hers to bear,

Hers and hers alone,

From her vantage where she rests,

Withered as to a crone,

In the crumbling realm no longer blessed,

What now of her wisdom? 

It has not kept prosperity,

Nor persevered her queendom,

Or brought parity,

Nay only dust,

And broken stones,

Swords long gone to rust,

And crypts of bones,

But there she will remain,

Forever cursed and bound,

Ever watching the world wane,

Noble head now uncrowned,

Tears like rain,

The springs now dry,

A heart heavy with pain,

But no one cares to hear her cry,

O how she wishes now,

To lay down and sleep eternal,

And become food for the crow,

No longer to keep the watch infernal,

Woe to thee,

You without bench or bower,

Bound by cold fate decreed,

The Queen of the Tower.