The darkness of medieval vile,
Encompasses my thoughts of mind.
My happiness is far by mile,
I pray not morning comes in kind.
I’ve been a prisoner of Tower,
It chained my soul, ensnared my heart.
Are there those who have the power,
To set me free and never part?
I must confess of thoughts of leaving,
It left my mind a wondrous mess.
Oh dear lord, what am I hearing,
Is that a foretaste of egress?
The intricate and murky maze,
Surrounds the castle night and day.
I prey my knight will doff his haze,
And let his passion lead the way.
The demons rose in all their might,
With one concern, to kill the knight.
Their shadows darker than the night,
These spirits are a dreadful sight.
Despite the underworld march,
The noble hero tows no barge.
He rallies as his horse makes arch,
The sward is drawn, time to charge.