Reflections
Fomies
3:03In 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