The Maiden In The Tower Part I Poem by Juan Olivarez

Weep for the maiden, high in the tower,
Held imprisoned by a sorceror so cruel.
Through wicked magic she fell in his power,
Now she curses herself, for being a fool.

Into the court, of her father the king,
Came the evil sorceror with the devious mind.
And won him over with gifts and things,
And the pretense of being good and kind.

Then one dark night, at the witching hour,
He conjured up a demon from the pit.
To bring the maiden into his power,
Using all his evil magic, and sorceror's wit.

The demon flew through the stygian skies,
And imprisoned the maiden in the tower.
All in the kingdom could hear the cries,
Lying in their beds in the midnight hour.

The evil sorceror so loved at court,
Went to the king and revealed his deed.
And made evil demands of the most vile sort,
If the king would ever again behold his seed.

To marry the maiden, was his first demand,
And half of the kingdom would then be his.
But the duped monarch took a stance,
That from the evil sorceror drew a hiss.

'Return my daughter thou most foul fiend,
Thou shalt not have her and thou shalt die.
To hell to your master your soul i'll send,
Though the rest of my days I'll surely cry.'

'Return her now, and I'll spare your life,
And I'll make you the wealthiest man by far.
Because my daughter shall not be thy wife,
And her beautiful heart, thou shalt not scar.

The evil sorceror, stared at the king with hate,
Only one month will I wait for your mind to change.
If you do not grant my wish, you'll seal her fate,
You kingdom will behold evil so foul and strange.

Then he disappeared in a vile smelling cloud,
And left the king crying on his throne.
And his evil laughter resonating so loud,
Never had the king felt so alone.

The king was lost, his soul was torn,
He began to age in the wink of an eye.
His rugged body became tired and worn,
All he would do all hours was cry.

So he sent his servants into the town,
To seek help from the village men.
But no one would come, they would only frown,
The king it seems just had no friends.

In the tower the sorceror laughed maniacally,
Looking out the window at the sleepy town.
He knew the king would come to see,
He knew he had brought his kingdom down.

The maiden high in the tower, lay on her bed forlorn,
All hope had fled her beautiful eyes.
Wishing to the heaven that she'd never been born,
Deep in the village they could hear her cries.

The morning sun slowly brightened the sky,
And the north wind blew her cries.
Far to the south they were to fly,
Where they were heard gently falling from the sky.

End part I 11/5/10 Alton Texas