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The Cracking Tower of the Wastes

 

The writing of heaven etched out its anger

And blistering crumpled the edifice

The lights that swirled its length

Die, like so many ruined fireflies

 

The black clouds loom above

And patiently they wait

To see what ruin their messenger brings

To the proud sentinel that had stroked the sky

 

The barren wasteland laughs and echoes

For miles around with the lightning’s mockery

But because this is the brown where no one goes

Only the rocks can answer

 

The dust of the barrens meets the dust of the sky

And the tower is falling with only the night to watch

The ruin of what once marked where some fleeting men

Dared to live where nothing else did

 

The souls of those who lived in the tower

Hang in limbo

Torn in two

A wrenching echo of their creation

 

Will they crash into the labyrinth of its roots below

Or fall somewhere further

Do they think of the of the lives they lived

The things they did, of repentance and sin

Of everything that they were

Before the lightening spoke