The Elephants tower hovers high above the sin and refuse
of pitiful squalor, of men, of cowards and slaves under their masters abuse.
For all the thieving Zamorians, who kill, cheat and steal on a mirthful whim
None have ever gone near that place called the Elephants Tower in distant Shem.
For in that tower, by Bel, lord of thieves, lies a terror, behind mirrored walls
Of lies, of deceptions under an iron fist like in hells nighted halls
A priest most foul keeps here and works alone
And plots evil for all he sees in his house of stone
And all here who rule, haughty nobles with nodding helm
Dare not intrude and drink away all thoughts of Yaras sinister realm
Then a barbarian, a son of Cimmeria, of the rocky and jagged hills
In the land of the north where the cold wind chills
Boldly dared to try and scale the mirrored walls and face the horror within
No man ever expected to see or hear of this bold heathen foreigner again
After a fight he crept away
Away from the lights and sounds in the dying light of day
Away he crept until at the wall
And looked within at where the wizard ruled his hellish hall
Alone he crawled, over the low gated eave
until he meet a fellow, the one they called the prince of thieves
Rogues together, they explored the garden until scaling a wall
until death nearly claimed them from a lions hungry jaw.
Inside they came, like waifs in the night
The thief was first to die, from a spiders envenomed bite
Conan nearly died, the next to fall to the assassins hidden cunning skill
But of the two, Conan had the strongest will
The killer was smashed and fell to the floor
And Conan continued to the unknown, beyond the door.
And what a strange sight greeted his human eyes
A man, yet no man in such a guise
was lying helpless like a captured prize
The man from Yag witnessed our rise from simple ape
To the rise of man during the struggle to our sentience from brutish shape
He had seen it all, from ape to human past the fight and the fall of the Atlantean host
And there he was helpless, awesome creature, tied like a dog to a post
He came from Khitai, of the yellow temples and smoking jungles far in the east
Where he was worshipped as a god and they danced to the pipes of his high priest
Taken away, captured, forced, tricked and chained by his own power
And Yara, drank deep and it was devoured
Eons of eons of pain, for seemingly an eternity of time
While being forced to commit and blacken his soul and wisdom with cosmic crimes
By tortures strange he was eventually coerced
To give his power to quench Yaras evil thirst
And until the end he urged Conan to finish the part
by doing so and cutting out his heart
The deed was done and upon instruction
The creatures last act was to be Yaras destruction
The deed was done and Yara defeated
and thus ended his greed, his curse of greed conceited
The tower crumbled the guards all died
And Conan fled before his luck was to be further tried
And years later, the tale can be told
decades past, by rogue, a king, now sapped of strength and old
and his eyes still shine, with iron will, grim and dour
When he remembers that day, in a place called.. The elephants tower.
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