A dark tower lay upon the world
On the flattest plain it did disdain to a part of its mould
Scantily lit from natural light as if bathing in gold
Seen from distances never conceived by any human mind, what madness held itself inside its heart?
Boats would pass by the land, fingers would point, and the rudder would turn, for they knew the tower and all the fright which echoed in its birth
Whomever looked upon its cast was immediately left with a feeling, chilling to the bone. They would take it from that place and have it live inside their mind…forever
On still waters you will find the tower submerged so deep; yet still the turret shows itself from the strange creep
When the world forgot the tower, it was put out of sight, until many years later on a very stormy night
By S.J.H.F.
Parisian Poetry 