From the rise of her battlement through the large windows most through the first window many through the second some through the third she beheld all the suitors who relinquished their life She is high up, guarded, alone sees every mountain, every stone sees every root in the soil sees every ripple on the sea sees every ray sees every star sees every flora, fauna near and afar sees distant sky deepest gorge sees every life that she seeks Here comes the prince one stake still vacant for his head and she allows him to hide in every corner of the earth From high up in her battlement She gazes through the window pane soon sees the prince hiding in a bird’s nest second time round not through the first but through the second she sees him in the fish’s belly, in the ocean’s depth She climbs the stairs to the battlement and stands before the windows gazes through the first gazes through the second gazes through the third in vain In rage She burst the window pane The prince disguised as sea horse in her nape Now she gazes inwards and sees her heart wounded and hurt acknowledging the prince. Saralies ten Hooven was born in 1976 in Leiden, Netherlands. She writes short stories and poems in the 'Global- Player' and 'Montauk'. She started studying singing in the Netherlands. She took singing lessons with G. Lichtenberg in Graz. She gives small concerts now and then. Anonymous translator translated from German.