framed in concrete and abandoned towers,
humans, of undeserved praise
stood toe to toe with flying knuckles of power
A Poet scribbles neath' blue skies
hidden from the fists that fly
Quiet as a mouse, she observes;
easily, when no others notice her
Her love was available for the taking
though none gave glance while she was there;
Oh, what a pity! For her heart was laid bare,
with wisdom for life and love so rare