Child Sal to the Dark Tower Came is the name of the first Hopeless Maine story I ever wrote for Tom. It happened long before I started working on the graphic novels. There are now three versions of the art for this story and they appear in order below – Tom’s first illustration for my short story, the version in The Gathering and Dr Abbey’s version. The words are new, and mine.
The title comes from a vague memory of reading Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came. I don’t really remember the poem, except that it was miserable. The dark tower of this story is really a lighthouse, a light tower once it gets going. It’s an important image in terms of the history of the project. It also feels relevant now, because it comes in the story at a moment of profound loss and despair for Salamandra. It’s about having nothing you can really do, and yet still doing something.
Child Sal to the dark tower came
With windblown hair and eyes aflame
The sea and sky call out her name
And life will never be the same.
Child Sal in boots too loose by far
Led by her ancestral star
None would dare her entrance bar
Deserted tower, door ajar
Child Sal in loneliness comes in
To empty rooms devoid of kin
And hopes a new life to begin
A home to make, a future win
Child Sal to the dark tower came
And here in secret hoped to reign
Until her heart comes home again
Across the sea, to Hopeless, Maine.