I built a tower during the darkest days.

A place for the best of me to hide away.

To save my colors from becoming dull.

In a tiny room that was far too full.

Looking for signs that i’d gone mad.

Forgetting a dream that I never had.

Caged and alone, manically pacing.

All the while unaware of the Leviathan I was facing.

High in the tower overlooking the plains.

In tattered clothing ,bearing ancient stains.

I’ve searched the horizons across many skies.

Looking for you and your tranquil eyes.

I did not know that you had hidden away.

In this towers dungeon you secretly lay.

I searched for you but not in the dark.

I looked where the angels might leave their mark.

Asleep in the tombs of those forgotten.

While my colors became dull and rotten.

Defeated I retreat to the towers dark rooms.

Making my place among the ghosts in the tombs.

There in the darkest pits of my ruin.

A face appeared in the light of the moon.

The tower was built, with you inside.

Together in the darkness our sorrows died.