Tower Falls
John Baizley
Burn
Lest ye be bold
Until the quickening
Unlearned and still untold
Praise
Not
This
Dawn
The soil, pressed into dust by the heel
Below, nothing can ever return
Tower
Falls
That will become tomorrow today
Read
Reprise and reconvene
Take heed an emperor
Does not an empire make
Taste
Of
This
Wine
Stolen limb from cast
Nothing will ever return
Ever
As we lie
Tower
Falls
That has become tomorrow today
Search eye
And you
Will find
Not idly
They fly