The Twin Towers

With the artists' touch the personality is spread across the canvas, exaggerating and highlighting the perceived reality.

A tall tower stands, lofty and alone
Its obsidian surface dull and barren
Within all is empty even its throne
Empty levels filled not even by carrion
Only a small weak pitiful moan
The 'king' is in the dungeons
He chained himself in his sorrow
And waits for naught but death
His heart and mind are hollow
It is a penance and a torture
Warning others not to follow
Life is but pain for him
No one at his side, no friends
They share no common bond
He falls while their lives ascends
Prisoner in his own world
No praises, sorrows or amends
Here is Despair.


Another tall tower, upwards projects
Surrounded by verdant plentiful fields
Connected to a grand temple complex
Where parties, marriages, births are held
With all of the bright faced subjects
Banners, garlands, flags flutter high
There is always a cause for celebration
Every day is bright and full of love
Every moment overflowing with elation
Here is where I am happy
And full with other such good sensation
Here's Rapture.

One tower of darkness, weakness, sadness
The other bright, happy, oh so happy and gay
Yet both are born from two-fold madness.