Tower that burns
You
Can touch the walls
And feel them
Burn
After red dusk
Has tiptoed
Fast a secret hill of silence great.
So many tower in the vicinity
Towers
Towers
Yet this tower only burns
As flesh burns
Whispers
As humans whispers
Sighs
As human sigh.
Ah! to every arrow
There a counter-strike
Remember that
It counts
It serves!
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