Tower Poem by The Jester

Standing on a distant tower
Plains of green upon it's feet
Worshipping some hidden power
Secrets stone and fire keep.
Wind is blowing through the flowers
Darkness that a light must keep
Hope to doubt, a wand'ring shower
Falls as unsuspecting sleep.
Clasp a sword and hurl a spear
Cower near a painted shield.
The dawn is but a falling tear
A dream, the dark that will not yield.
To grab a star and hold it near
Your heart is on a swaying field
Hanging heavy, blackened fear
Spirit's honour crushed and killed.