The Old Tower
wind strives to rumble throughout my four walls blasting harder as day becomes night
knowing not the resolve now possessed by all forces driven forth upon earthly delight
unkempt admonitions grueling weathered conditions still fester a natural heyday
see my history shows hear that everyone knows I once feted a vast stronger foreplay
royal dreams filled my rooms like a torrent awash softly veiled plating pharaohs reprise
feigned ideals formed and went few were left to relent the metropolites gotham of lies
I was grand I was famous my spires commanded a tenurial coursed bright cognition
crowds would wildly applaud or calmly ignored vaulted structure it's nuanced ommisions
all the world of renown sought to bask round the crown in this portal good fortune fey fame
yet as all things become the one not to be seen I stumbled through time lost and lame
while fine frescos fumbled and all murals crumbled speak defiance to bare open admission
for remaining a vision this staid old commission looks a new sutured close bar all shame
Copyright © John Mollo | Year Posted 2022
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