The Tower
The tower,
strong and tall and
Wide.
Monument,
ashes in walls,
straight and
high.
Riches won were
left there too,
buried in the ground,
forever hidden,
telling stories of
Greatness.
A life,
noble.
Words, warm with
Love.
Soul,
on high,
Beloved.
King, so mild.
So deserving of
Praise.
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