One man’s ruins is another man’s castle.
Turrets, four; guarding against an enemy unknown.
Up the tight corkscrew staircase
Uneven and crumbling,
lit only by the moon through slit windows.
There she is found.
Fair maiden, damsel in distress.
Yet, her sword tongue cuts through your shield.
Her eyes impale, with a glare that says,
“You can not save me.”
For the dragon to be slain,
lives inside the princess.