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The Lost Tower

Forgotten like an old song,

Remembered like an old love,

Left out in the rain and wind.

 

Why did we choose today?

What called from through the veil?

Something said to take our time.

 

Running through the brush and vine,

Running through the grasp of time,

 

Beckoning,

The Wizard's Tower.

 

He sits across the fog and air,

Knowing, thinking, plotting,

Who will break him from his cell?

 

We couldn't see the sun at all,

The moon and stars had long since left.

Enter, but you may not leave.

 

Running through the brush and vine,

Running through the grasp of time,

 

Hypnotizing,

The Wizard's Tower.

 

A smile that scares the dead,

We meet him in our dreams,

Close enough to see his chains.

 

Our forced slumber grants him leave,

We've gone to far, with too much seen,

We may not see our homes again.

 

Walking through the brush and vine,

Freed from the grasp of time,

 

Empty,

The Wizard's Tower.

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