Inside a bleak fortress, I existed;
Both my old carcass and heart were twisted.
For a moment the sun shone on the place;
But it soon turned its gaze from my cold face.
Forever majestic and virtuous;
A cruel figure others presumed ruthless.
The Virgin Queen desired to be free;
Would a shining knight ever turn the key?
Inside the tower feeble men languished;
They cursed my conscience and left me anguished.
Never to feel the warmth of my glory;
But my heart soon hardened to their story.
Forever misunderstood and denied;
Many plotted to commit regicide.
The Virgin Queen deceived to retain youth;
Would he be the one who inspired truth?
Inside the grey castle I felt adored;
Intrigue and plots invaded from abroad.
Ambitious men felt driven to deceive;
But my Old Moor exposed their trickery.
Forever indecisive and disguised;
A figure others often satirised.
The Virgin Queen denied to feel true love;
Would there be a man to remove the bluff?