An alluring vision
So unique
In the depths of night
Walks alone
Under darkest reach
Of African sands
Before her
The tower stands
It showers its mystique
Upon the surrounding land
Baptized in blood
Of the sentries
Who defend against
The invader wave
Riding camels
And Arabian horse
Led by a prophet
The horde a beast
Killing
Slaughtering
The adult men
And enslaving the rest
To sell for gold and silver
And precious gems
Forbidding them life
Outside of another’s control
They toiled
Until death
No matter
The worth
Of their life and soul
The Tower stands
Remembers
All of the loss
For the love of gold
She walks away from it
Refusing to enter
The Tower is empty
The toll is a memory
That haunts
Forever
