The witch had my hands and ankles tied together,
dragging me across the cold wet cave floor,
my dress tearing against the rocky bottom.
I stared at the mouth of the cave waiting,
expecting him to burst through that opening,
sword drawn with a determined expression.
When the witch had thrown me into a tower,
she locked me there for days without a word,
and I stared out the only window waiting patiently.
After three years, I knew he wasn't coming,
I knew that I had waited all this time for nothing,
my dress turned to rags after so long without mending.
That night I laid in bed staring at the ceiling,
like I did every night for the past three years,
and made up my mind on what needed to be done.
I heard the witch making her way up the steps,
I smiled with the piece of metal I found on my bed,
when she opened the door smiling devilish at me.
I smiled back even broader than I had in years,
she stepped closer to me to slap the smile off my face,
and I drove the piece of metal into her left side.
She glared at me with horror filled eyes; so angry,
and said, "you can only be saved by a knight,"
I whispered, "I'll be my own knight from now on."
