High, upon a hill
There stands a lonely tower
Steadfast and strong
Through ages it remains
A relic of a bygone age
Left to rot alone
Stark against the dimming sky
Black, even to the night
A monument?
A legacy?
A testament?
A prophecy?
Stood so long against decay
Yet now succumbing to nature's way
This tower, this monolith will fall away
Into the earth, it will crumble and fade
Like all things, be they great or small
This lonely tower, like us all
Will disappear as though it never stood at all
Forgotten, lost, as is our fate
To return unto the earth, to crumble back into dirt
Stood so long against decay
Yet now succumbing to nature's way
This tower, this monolith will fall away