The Old Tower

wind strives to rumble throughout my four walls blasting harder as day becomes night knowing not the resolve now possessed by all forces driven forth upon earthly delight unkempt admonitions grueling weathered conditions still fester a natural heyday see my history shows hear that everyone knows I once feted a vast stronger foreplay royal dreams filled my rooms like a torrent awash softly veiled plating pharaohs reprise feigned ideals formed and went few were left to relent the metropolites gotham of lies I was grand I was famous my spires commanded a tenurial coursed bright cognition crowds would wildly applaud or calmly ignored vaulted structure it's nuanced ommisions all the world of renown sought to bask round the crown in this portal good fortune fey fame yet as all things become the one not to be seen I stumbled through time lost and lame while fine frescos fumbled and all murals crumbled speak defiance to bare open admission for remaining a vision this staid old commission looks a new sutured close bar all shame