The Man in the Tower - Part III

The tale continues after King Bill's near fatal experience. This time, the viewpoint shifts to the antagonist, the sadistic and cruel Prince Tom and his mysterious court bard. What are they planning?

The Man in the Tower

 Part III

Musical bliss filled the room,

And a servant did sweep with a broom.

Then the prince spoke aloud,

And he looked to the crowd,

In the air hung a feeling of doom.

 

The young prince stared into his mirror,

He was cocky and suave, that was clear.

"This kingdom is mine."

"And it's about time."

"I'll rule it with uttermost fear!"

 

He then rested his fist on his chin,

And his jester did pour him some gin.

He stroked on his beard,

This was certainly weird,

At the mirror he vainly did grin.

 

"Oh, my fine mirror, upon my wall."

“Who is the best, the greatest of all?"

The mirror filled with smoke,

A face surfaced and spoke,

"King Bill, my young lord. You are small."

 

Then Prince Tom smashed the mirror with his fist,

It was obvious he was quite pissed.

"Bill is nothing but weak!"

"He is clearly a freak!"

My oh my, he had broken his wrist.

 

"I command all of you to leave the room!"

"But the bard and his hat with it's plume!"

"Why is he not dead?"

"Am I sick in the head?"

"His truck did explode with a boom!"

 

"My Lord, he is tough and is quick."

"I assure you, your head is not sick."

"He is surely alive,"

"But here we'll survive,"

"In his tower, it's walls made of brick."

 

The bard with his harp made a tune,

And he sung by the light of the moon.

The music was loud,

Of his voice he was proud,

Then the wrist of the prince healed so soon.

 

Tom smirked and then looked at the bard,

His wrist, it was not even scarred.

"What do you recommend?"

"This will never quite end."

"Bill will come, and this tower bombard!"

 

"Let him come," the bard did then say.

"In his tower we simply will stay."

"We do have his wife."

"And he values her life."

“And for it he will come and pay."

 

Past pictures of birds did they walk,

By a matching silly bird clock,

They went up the stairs,

And had many cares,

They were going to have a big talk.

 

At the top was the beautiful Queen,

Locked in a cage, oh so mean.

She laid there asleep,

And made not a peep.

What horrible and awful scene!

 

The prince rubbed his hand through her hair,

She slept silently without a care.

"I dare him to come."

"It will be oh so fun."

"When he's dead, I'll be King I declare!"

Author's Note

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