Crimson Tower  

Here aloft my ivory tower,
I wait in tender silence  
for my end.
The sky, it lightens, foretelling the hour,  
the hour preparing my dismal end.  
My death, my death is coming!
But coming too is my prince,  
I hope he gallops another hour,
So that he will not meet
my trembling end.
I hope his horse dies for the hour,
So that he will only find  
my bloodied limbs…
 
Hawk! Hawk! The demons are coming;
Terror in forms that never bend.
Metallic birds made by huntsmen
for the tower, for my end.  
I shall watch the Sun my final hour,  
the final hour before my end,  
A Sun in rising on the East,
The Birds of Prey do stalk its glare.  
So bright, so bright!
I shall go blind,  
but as I am reaching my blinding end,  
the last light I will see is thee
As Death, Death becomes me!
 
Oh, oh, my Prince is coming,  
But too though are the Birds
with flames flickering from  
their fickled tongues,
I wonder what their taste is worth…
Be it priced a kiss  
or a death worse than mine?
What shall I find? What shall I find?
Sweet suicide, murder,  
or genocide?
My ivory tower stained red,
Dripping with blood and tears
of the crystal kind,
that freeze forever through
the centuries, through time.
Oh, the Sun, the Sun,  
I take one last sip,
the last light before my end.
Oh, my final hour, my final hour,  
it has slipped, it has ticked away,
Obliterated by the Birds of Prey
I die, I die!
Oh, my Prince, oh love of mine,  
Stay away, stay away!
The sky is falling,  
Down the tower crash,  
Let your white horse drink,
My Prince, my dear,  
Do not follow me into the end.


-September 11, 2013