From the tower’s only window
High above the castle’s gates
On a mountain’s lofty peak.
Looking down upon the plains
Where Knights fight for favours
To the victor the feather.

She watches from the window
And waits at her leisure
A smile on her lips
As she gazes with pleasure,
The armoured men vying
To the victor her treasure.

On the back of her chair
Is a creature so white.
This is her familliar
That journeys by night.
It’s eyes pierce dark air
In the silence of its flight.

It is her eyes,
It is her ears,
It hears all the lies,
It tells her their fears.
On it’s wisdom relies
The control of the years.

The men they do battle ~ The men they do battle
The crowds loudly cheer ~ And the mothers lament
When from their saddles ~ When from their saddles
To the mud they are sent. ~ They are brutally rent.
Their brains are all addled ~ Their brains are all addled
And are bruised and spent. ~ And are bloodied and bent.

For many a year the tourney is fought
And yet there is one to arrive on that day, ~ As yet there is none to survive in one piece.
To win her feather most dearly bought. ~The price of her feather is most dearly bought,
The gloom that had settled was torn by a ray ~Still there’s no victor and she grows ill at ease.
That graced the knight and squire that sought ~ Her beauty is fading, her snowy owl is naught,
The prize of a feather from one so fey. ~ Her lands have become vacant and consumed with disease.

The light and the dark at opposite ends
Like the silence of death, all was still.
Each taking the measure, their weakness to rend
A shattering flash breaks the spell!
Fire flashing from hooves, one to send
To inevitable Oblivion and Hell!

Thunder and lightning and wind driving rain
Signaled the time for the conflict to begin.
All power of time and space converges in vain
To avert the apocalyse, to prevent the end!
As they met in the centre, God screamed in pain,
And there remained
A snowy white owl
That flew away.

From the tower’s only window ~ Lonely from the tower’s window
High above the castle’s gates ~ High above the castle’s gates
On a mountain’s lofty peak. ~ On a mountain’s lofty peak.
Looking down upon the plains ~ Looking down upon the plains
Where Knights fight for favours ~ Where Knights fought for favours
To the victor the feather. ~ To no victor the feather.

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