Paula's blog: "My Poems"

                  It is dark this midnight hour

                  High above I sit in my tower

                  I watch and listen to every sound

                  Down below I hear the hounds

                  Yet , as I sit and wait

                  Wondering what will be my fate

                  Will he come for me here?

                  Oh how I want him to be near

                   Hark ! could it be him ?

                  Oh how my chance are slim

                  Yet , at this midnight hour I hope and pray

                  Oh I do not know what to say

                   I pray for the Defenders

                  And I pray for the messengers

                  I pray for all the people down below

                  As the winds blow cold

                  It is dark at this midnight hour

                 I pray no one's fighting cowards

                 Everyone is fighting to reach me so high in my tower

                 As the noises from below gets louder

                 I sit and wait for my Prince Charming  to come

                 I listen to the ever present sounds then some

                 It is ever so dark at this midnight hour

                 High above as I sit in my tower