Tower Stares

Sitting in the tower she combs her hair,
as the knight arrives looking up there,
dismounting his horse nerves inside shake,
moving forth as every step is an ache,
opening the door as the wood creaks,
love up to the top is all that he seeks,
stepping inside as more pain is felt,
the first level so strong he knelt,
climbing back and continuing his quest,
up to the second level is another guest,
dead from the pain as his attempt was lost,
the knight keeps going at any cost,
reaching the third level to see another lay,
the stench of his corpse more than a day,
moving on and up to the forth and last,
the pain so strong from the witches cast,
opening the final door he sees her near,
moving closer to her without any fear,
finding she is dead and the window a trick,
the pains inside make him feel sick,
realizing the others were going out,
he tries to move back turning about,
without a love inside his strength is zero,
falling down he dies never a hero.