The traveller succumbs
Shelter he seeks
Black hearted and weak
Door pushed! It creaks.
Lightening lights the towers window
A visual portal into hell itself
Feel the walls closing in
As the death black crow does sing.
Life throws at you its’ Tempest
The Tower dark and bleak
Offers the traveller rest
The shelter he seeks.
Verse taken from Tower Of Souls Published on this blog in December 2012