Old poem

Friends have complained I don't post anything I write online. So here is a short poem that I don't think I'll ever submit because poems aren't really my thing. This poem I like, however, because when I was writing it I only focused on what sounded good and didn't try to force any particular meaning. So of course it sounds like it's saying something.

Casting the Spell

I built my tower one brick at a time

With walls too high for a prince to climb.

I built my tower brick by brick

The walls exactly a heartbeat thick.

I planted round a maze of thorns

be sure no rose was ever born.

I slowly glued each stone to stone

a princess waits, and waits alone.

Never, never to be free

Locked the door, lost the key.

A tower safe from every fear

Yet day by day and year by year

The walls will crumble stone to sand

The tower sink into the land

While in the dungeon wakens slow

A dreaming dragon down below.

So what brave prince will have the art

To crack my ribs and free my heart?