The Crimson Tower

Breeders of nightmares forged a blade of disdain, The serpent slipped back to the shadows from which it reigns, Encroach on territory and its more than happy to show its fangs, Leaving these cobblestone streets with trails of blood stains, Out of this suffocating darkness the crimson tower starts its rise, Chain shackled spirits know little of what it symbolized, Under the blood moon it transverse the nexus to the other side, Calling upon the dead to kill, feed, and spread all lies, The towers ambition is to extend its deadly grasp, Collapse all life into submission now at long last, To break all trinkets warding off this superstitious past, And build a one world power with death for all the mass, Sitting on its peak is the master who is conjured, Lusting feast upon this plain and make blood of all its water, Laughing now that all will bow or try to die like a martyr, The end is near with all despair for life is put to slaughter. (2017)