Forgotten Tower

Black waters dripping from a lonely tower,

The watch fires long since died.

Crumbling bricks betray its tale—

Its friends have long since passed it by.

Grasses overgrown, it stands secluded,

Cut off from the world beyond—

Weeping as a child in the bitter night.

A stray mouse prods the rotting mass—

The tower crumbles down.

Another vivid memory

Has faded into dark.

Only One

Twenty thousand souls abreast

May call me yet the heaven’s blest.

Midst twenty thousand strong

I say that life may yet be wrong,

But to be seen by one amidst the throng

Is yet to know that I belong.

What darkest eyes may set awry,

That single smile may yet supply

In heart and mind my dear ally

But for that sigh, that cruel goodbye.

Give to me that Crown—

Right quick, before I drown.