The Tower

The Tower

A Poem by Randy Luckie
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My human frailty and weakness confronts temptation, and without grace, I would fall to the tower of despair.

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The Tower

Off in the distance
What's that I see
Through the mist
I know I should flee

   I feel the world
   And its evil stain
   Is there a salvation
   For tiny me to gain

     The tower so tall
     Yes, it beckons me
     Black and cold
     With an eye to see

       Reason and justice
       Seem to fail
       Oh! How the tower
       Makes them pale

         The sun at my back
         Grows my shadow long
         Towards the tower shade
         That swears I belong

            Wine and laughter
            Song and dance
            Of these things
            The tower does perchance

               The eye that sees
               Knows I am weak
               It hurls the answers
               It knows I seek

                  Through the dark wood
                  I find the gate
                  Should I step through
                  And seal my fate

                    The truth is a lie
                    And the smile a frown
                    In that world
                    that lives upside down

        From high above
        I hear a song
        and sweet is its sound
        A warning of something wrong

I heed the verse
And turn my face
I run and run
Away from that place

© 2018 Randy Luckie


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Randy Luckie
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Added on December 7, 2018
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Tags: #evil, #darkness, #strength, #despair, #tower, #hope, #redemption

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Randy Luckie
Randy Luckie

Fort White, FL



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