The Tower
Upon a moonlit meadow.
We stood and glanced.
Measured ourselves.
Took a fateful contest.
One!
Pitted against the other.
We fought and raged.
Blindly bellowed, vented.
Our fear, anger and craze.
So I stood.
For my part.
Took a stand.
Against thee - Enemy!
Allowing aggression to grow.
I clenched my fists.
Howled out - In distress.
Let boil all blood.
To heat, the soil beneath.
I thumped my chest.
Ever Stronger - Taller!
Fiercer - Hairier!
Might became.
Until all opposed.
Those, who differed.
Were defeated and slain.
Laid to waste.
Total Victory!
This craven feat accomplished!
I left upon the road.
Carried on with my journey.
Lightly ran along.
A sole survivor.
Upon haunted path.
Friendless, on a lonely road.
Through the woods.
Paved with lamentations.
Restless cries.
Of those vanquished.
Troubled souls.
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poem by Ilari Rahja
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