Sad Poems: The Tower
Upon a moonlit meadow. We stood and glanced. Measured ourselves. Took a fateful contest. One! Pitted against the other. We fought and raged. Blindly bellowed, vented. Our fear, anger and craze. So I stood. For my part. Took a stand. Against thee - Enemy! Allowing aggression to grow. I clenched my fists. Howled out - In distress. Let boil all blood. To heat, the soil beneath. I thumped my chest. Ever Stronger - Taller! Fiercer - Hairier! Might became. Until all opposed. Those, who differed. Were defeated and slain. Laid to waste. Total Victory! This craven feat accomplished! I left upon the road. Carried on with my journey. Lightly ran along. A sole survivor. Upon haunted path. Friendless, on a lonely road. Through the woods. Paved with lamentations. Restless cries. Of those vanquished. Troubled souls. Threatening, speechless. Accusing and hounding me. They appear - Shadows! Memories of the slain. Nearer, closer. Wailing extended. And woods did grow! Grasped, tangled my clothes. Still fresh, heedless. Flushed by Victory! I went ahead. Ran ever faster. Evermore fey and brash. Grew my mood. Crazed, I leaped. Hollow laughed... So quickly went. My feet actually left. That threatening ground. Ever higher headed. Until floated off - Levitated. Untouchable to all - Were! From Wolf - To a Night's Fairy. I had turned. Saw, in the distance. A Tower approaching. Destination, I reasoned. My deserved prize! Tall, enviable and fair. It seemed at first. Increasingly dark - Ominous. The closer I approached. With hesitation, doubt. Nevertheless, I neared. Continued to advance. Beckoned, immortal glory! As I vied, to reach its top. There to view, look upon. Those conquered lands. Dominions, I thus owned. No doubt... So I stretch. Extend my all. To float, fly straight. Into that pinnacle. Finally, conscience nearing its end. I arrive upon it! Yet cannot land. Stop or to stand. Upon my very own feet. Too fleet! They've turned out. Opted to be. Failing to stand. I continue - Slide. Upon my back. Over the edge, of Tower. I plunged and fell! With spreaded limbs. Reached beyond depths. It concealed behind. Slowly, surely - Faster! Powerless, I went. Into seething darkness. Deeper descended. Sank into gloom. Bottomless pit. Heard an eerie laugh. Mocking, in my wake. Silently - For my screams. Had been left behind. Along with my breath. Along with my laugh... Found a home. Within hush - Oblivion. Sad poems by: Ilari
