Towers
I know I should not be here
Its late, its cold and my stomach has started singing 10 minutes ago
The flashlight might give out soon and my backpack feels like a mass of rocks
Not to mention my so called brave companion looks like he might pass out soon
I cannot turn back just yet
I am in search of her…
I am searching for a maiden
Not my ex or my lover
But a maiden that chooses to stay locked up in a tower
Stop that laughing!
Its not Rapunzel.. she was just a man’s imagination
No this maiden is real
She must be in her mid twenty’s by now
She loves books, music, birds, writing and dance
I am not sure what why she picked to stay in a tower
It is very tall but looks very lonesome
Everyone needs to get away I suppose
But I hope she is not the suicidal type
Nah, she is too pretty for that
She is charming, beautiful, young and has so much to live for
I need to find her
She could do so much more once she comes down that tower
Picking berries riding horses and fighting the cold does not sound that great or romantic
The tower is still quite far from here but I know I should be there before 11pm
Its 8 right about now
I hope she will like the books of sketches and poetry I have bought along for her
I know she sketches alot
I hope she likes me
Ignore the snickering behind me – my friend thinks that I am a fool for doing this but no one should be living in isolation without any working wifi or warm enough clothing
I wonder what her voice sounds like
What her first words will be
I have thought about this meeting for months
The locals are fine but there is something different but her
She has soft looking features but her eyes show honey colored determination
She has a willowy frame but can walk and run for miles
Her laugh is contagious but I hope she won’t be frowning at me
It wont be long now
The tower is not very far
I can see it
A long dark thing in the middle for green grass and dead looking trees
No fruits flowers or birds in sight
Its strangely quiet
I can hear my friend breathing
I quicken my pace
I feel tired but I push my self to make it to that tower, up those stupid stairs and to her
Stand tall look into her eyes and convince her to leave
I am finally here
I don’t bother to look behind me
I smile and search for the door
A mossy looking door that doesn’t look very strong
I use my very last bit of strength and get it to open
The stairs to my relief are not very long or circular
There is music coming from above
My feet ache but I make my way above
It smells strongly of flowers and decaying flesh
I ignore this and keep walking
The music is getting louder
I smile and finally walk in
Too see a room filled with twinkling lights, candles and something brewing in the fire place
The music has stopped…
But there is no there
She isn’t here
Before I can react, something flies in the air and hits me in the face
A scented scrap of pink cloth
“Your too late”