The Tower

The Tower still stands in the place it was built
While the birds have all flown and the flowers now wilt
It is mighty and high as its powerful Builder
And when the Day comes, it will leave all bewildered

The Tower is tall and a bit unrelenting
Its Spires are high and they seem never-ending
Its Gates may be hidden from mortals ascending
But Windows announce the Immortals descending

The Tower is far from the hands of the reaching
It is closer to those whose hearts are not beating
It glimmers afar, on a wide, barren field
Its secrets the Tower won't easily yield

Some look at the Tower in awe of its gaze
While some are but humbled and greatly amazed
It welcomes the weak, pursuant of vigor
And when they draw near, the Tower gets bigger

The Tower still stands in the place it was built
No longer the hidden, not troubled with guilt
It beckons the famished to take on their fill
And shelters warrior who knows to be still