The Tower

The Tower rises – stern and steely spire –

Rises over the Lake, surveying the frost-bit lands,

Beacon  – aglow with neon fire –

For eager eyes and willing hands,

Led by rude or noble lusts,

Fed by hopes, frail or delirious,

Till, by process both plain and mysterious,

Bones and minds and dreams alike

Are quietly,

Quietly worn to dust.

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After the night –

Long and dense and brooding night –

A brief and cold and pallid light:

Unforgiving Day;

The beacon fades,

Fades to grey;

Fades,

Fades away.