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meet the rare-type silent mire
where black mud boils for the toad in bloom
croak float over the chilly surface
an echo eats the quiet gloom
stacked stones shaped to spear the earth
or mark upon the ground a grave which
winds and carves through air and thought
and grieves the soul that braves
shrill, absent, artifice
this column of the caustic wastes,
this stone entrenchment void of grace,
this wisp of promised poison place
shaded puddles frame an iller sun
atop the atop the atop the
tower tower tower
tower tower tower
tower tower tower
tower tower tower
tower tower tower
tower tower tower
tower tower tower
survey from burning balustrade to see the lepers all arrayed
encircling as a viral moat, a stricken soul blockade
sicker bodies gather close, their hands in praise morose
fevered nails are flayed too quick
decayed claws strip the wretched scum
abrade the oil, scoured thumb
but most of all, they say as one
"chew and swallow some"
and out they walk, onto the moor
clear-faced laughing at the poor
who trudge along with failing leg and hope to from the dark swamp beg
thousands feast upon the panacea
expelled from the expelled from the
tower tower
tower tower
tower tower
tower tower
tower tower
tower tower
tower tower
though none know how the cure is made
from inchwide windows flows its ichor
bricks that bleed like fattened ticks or
leeches inching up the side and weak,
they bloat and split
nor do doctors, physics, seers understand the bodies clear
of each and every curse that lays itself upon the flesh
vapors rise from bubbles free that grow and pop and glow and see
how tendrils of the brume will thicken air to jelly
and grass to curling gold
what feeble fellow dares question the cured
who survived the who survived the
tower tower
tower tower
tower tower
tower tower
tower tower
tower tower
tower tower
were you foolish enough to peek past the heavy oak door rotated
that squeaks its hinges as it turns, aged and rust-berated,
you'd see the dim-lit hall of evergrowing pride
and the pained exultation that there lied
a landing broad and decorated
crowned in plaques all dedicated
loyal lauds from king and foe and all who know to sing the lies
that silently, now lie inscribed and line the floor and roof and sides
as paving stones with names attached
of beggar, vizier, for deeds mismatched
ten dozen more in corner, stacked
and deeds to all the world and back
on each an eye carved deep and black
that watches as you step
into the into the into the
tower tower tower
tower tower tower
tower tower tower
tower tower tower
tower tower tower
tower tower tower
tower tower tower
up each stair, another room,
and slowly do they seal your doom
climbing high this world that looms
over kingdom, ocean, life
a pearl within the shell of strife
calamity and rite!
across the floors and balcony
staves of gold and ebony
lamps that shake as you approach
a snake that is a brooch
and peace is kept upon a mantle
corked in bottle
soaked in amber
never taken or thrown to ground
for all who climb so high are bound
to drop their haul and stare transfixed
at mirrormirror, on the wall
don't they see you stand so tall?
was life before so pale, so small?
your blood as ichor, skin as stone
helm as light alone
reflected, you may never fall
from the from the from the
tower tower tower
tower tower tower
tower tower tower
tower tower tower
tower tower tower
tower tower tower
tower tower tower
towertowertower
towertower
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