The Witch That Didn't Sink And Burn

Plip, plop, plip
The tower drips
To fill my silence

The sound of rain
Would make insane
Every other grief

But the one
That keeps the sun
From my sense

No recompense
Here in the cold
The darkened fold

Is far from brief
For rescue waits
With frozen gates

And chilly gents
Beneath my cell
In another hell