Tower

Tower

I'm in my castle tower
looking down on you fools
don't granite feels so good on skin... 
did I tell you about my tower? 
did I tell you there are flowers 
in cracks...  tiny little flowers
where birds distracted dropped
gifts carelessly on my bower

But I'm in my castle keep
looking down on you saps
I won't look to the left in case 
I see you there and weep
I won't look wistfully down 
at the waving grass or hare 
I'll be looking the other way
not be looking at the ground 

It doesn't allay irrational fear
Because you may look back 
I won't pretend to see you...
looking surreptitiously at me here
Actually I don't really care
a cool breeze fills my ears 
it's moving my careless hair
as I observe you minions there

It's made of stone you know
it's roots dark and deep
inaugural stones were laid  
by some ancestor long ago
I'm relatively happy now
despite the quiet and still
I'm standing on my keep
secretly wishing you would go
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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