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