I had flower powders,
That I made with my own power,
When I was in a tower.
I had it for an hour.
The tower crashed before I spread my powders.
Bricks were all over the floor.
There was no way to find my powders.
The tower was broken,
Into ashes mixed with my flower powders.
Except the door!
As shining as before a fairy gave me my power!