I wrote a poem once, or meant to. . .

or started to write --

a poem about a Fairy.

I did write this poem!!

I have it here, somewhere. . .

Perhaps it is in the Tower with her?

I wrote that poem too:

The Lady in the Frozen Metal Tower. . .

and put it away. . .

This one is about two poems never really finished,

but still kind of hanging around.

The problem is that, well, she is a Fairy.

And I didn’t know how then.
And I don’t know how now.

Well. She had to be put there. . .

there in the Tower for her own protection.

I have this poem somewhere?
Words, you know, mean things.