Scaling the Tower, a medieval romance reimagined
I felt free up in my penthouse. Then you began your conquering drive. You called it a chicken coup, a birdhouse. My senses were all on overdrive. I was half-asleep, off-guard, but you with your trickery had a scheme to invade, starting from the courtyard. You and your charms made a formidable team. You had tracked me down, using terrestial - and celestial means. Do I stay or leave town? My home was no longer my castle. Smoke and burglar alarms hadn't worked. My security was betrayed. You advanced like a conquering horde. Was this real, or was I being played? The lift was out of order; no sign of the maintenance crew. How had you climbed my tower? Like a peregrine falcon, you flew? On the balconies you got a foothold. Super Woman! Spider Woman! You scaled the walls of my stronghold, the crowds below cheered you on. I looked out from my belvedere. You must have used a side entrance....