Towers; Poem by tcr moon

The unprecedented towers
are consensual
to take the lives of men

reaching to the sky as
Dante's river of blood
flows on the souls of unforsaken

heroes; She stands alone
on the brink,
to fly. To fly; she can fly

tho' abscence of wings
apparent and yet
their journey is to die

aloft beneath a forgotten sun,
for a forgotten
son whose daughter lies deep

in the psyche forestation of
lesser men,
the goodness of lost souls to reap

then gossamer raised aloft like
bird'd wings
as we scale the tower; The tower

constructed only in recompense
to steal the lives of men
who once so bless'd by the power

that is...