imprisoned at twelve, a stair-less, single window tower. with a saviour blind, yet her hair most divine, she required a hero to let her down. who is this princess with hair oh so golden.

Divine spark Restless spirit In tough times? I'll get you through it I drove icarus into the sun I nip at sisyphus's heels I'm the force that keeps you moving I'm the motor, not the wheels

I swallow explorers in twists of endless dread, Minotaurs lurk where walls whisper lies, One wrong path and bones join the forgotten, Yet solved I free the mind from its own prison.

Of the four ancient bodily fluids, I possess much, Me and my brother are often marginalised by man, But previously, we were adored by monarchs, What am I?

Am I An imprint, a memory, A sign of wear and tear An echo of things long forgotten, Or a ghost of yesteryear I’m an active change and my own consequence. I’m the present, past, and future tensed.