A castle keep within her
decaying, frail cells,
a stronghold built of willpower;
here, her substance dwells.

With halls to thoughts, encrypted,
through vaulted passageways,
impressions saved and sent here
are linked within a maze.

Her cell of spartan comfort,
her screen to the unknown,
her cauldron of creation:
ideas are nurtured, grown.

Her boudoir of indulgence
with privacy secured,
where feelings are decoded
with empathy assured.

A niche within a recess,
a crevice in a crack,
a folder in a folder;
a password to get back.