Golden Tower of Light
Can you feel the heat of his lonely soul
It is burning so hot that it feels so cold
For now is his time to repent his goal
As his fingers run though your mind so bold
The lifeless body of his reigning power
Seek fit to tell stories of the golden tower
Where harmless souls were flung to the God
As tormented minds fell victim to hells squad
The drumming beat of the heart out of chest
Pumping in his hands relieving his stress
Blood boiling though gates during the finest hour
He can stalk among those graves of the golden tower
Wings cast so high they melt the sun
Crucifixions so common it completes the pun
As the beat of the heart reducing down to one
Golden tower now red as the blood continues to run
As the beat less heart now staring him down
He slits his wrist and induces a frown
For tears do bleed from his thorny crown
For his once white robe now just a red gown
Wings from his back cover up all of light
As night does induce the endless flight
So dark that you cannot see hells fright
He slowly walks with a beat of the might
Behind him so bold to leave this trail
Of lifeless hearts and souls with no brail
For eyes have been removed as not to see
Who ends their life wearing a halo of creed
Copyright © Penn Kname | Year Posted 2006
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