A polished tower arrows to the sky,
its walls ceramic smooth, its silhouette
a column soaring twenty stories high,
and near the peak’s a single parapet.
The tower’s moat is vicious botany,
organic fence of thorny obstacles,
and round the place, as far as one can see,
the desert waste extends to barren hills.

A lady simmers radiant within
the highest reaches of that edifice.
Her energy and passion heat her skin
as if she’d melt a window with her kiss,
as if she’d burn a portal with her heart,
but legend says she needs some help to start.