She sits in her dark tower
Weaving dreams and feelings
From angels' hair
Ribbons and silken threads
Ropes to keep me bound
Tightly to her
Her prisoner

Half welcoming bondage
At times half needing freedom
I watch and wait
For self destruction
The tower shot down in flames
Burnt out - an empty shell
Love is the weapon of choice

Stronger than any chains
My heart is tied up for always
Sleepless and hungry now
Hostage to the words forming in my head
Endlessly needing to be written
I lie in the lonely dark
Willingly paying the price

And the gentle paws
Of the purring cat who doesn't
Want me to leave
Pricking my conscience
The awesome responsibility
Of caring too much
I must go now