Colossus Iii

In a place where shadows dance,
Beneath a moon's cold glance,
Lies a tower proud and tall

Now envy calls
Staring eyes, arriving walls
Deadly harp, blinding souls

Monster's grip, it tightens still,
Leaving scars that cannot heal.
Once brave, now cruel and keen
 
Lazy mind, needs to find
A place, of its own
It crumbles, stone by stone