The Tower

The tower, the tower, the ominous tower. The body that know's all and see's all, the hunting shadow across the land that poisons the water of the town. The town, the town, the silent little town. The mindless sheep on it's way to die, the broken and bleeding lamb with out a mother or a father walking along to slaughter. The tower, the tower, the blood soaked tower, the cowardly lion hunting defenseless pray, the man behind the mask pulling the strings telling the lies, enjoying the scremes. The fire, the fire, the depressing fire, the swaying and sighing fire enjoying the blood and sarrow. The old man slowly fading away into nothing but dust of blood and sorrow. The tower, the tower, the grumbling tower of blood and sorrow of nightmares and horrors. The faded memory, the scare of the land forever there till the end of time.