Ichneutic - Empty Tower

All that can be seen
through the grey light that carries the rasps and whispers
of untold secrets; a forest of darkness, and far off planes...
Pathways, passages, all explored. All futile. All comes to this. Alone.
Time no longer marked, life no longer wanted.
But here I wait.
The touch of crumbling stone, the stench of decayed life.
No need for human utterances.
The shuffle of age mirrored by a rememberance and a total loss.
But still the here and now and a perverse pleasure.
Inpenetrable; the forest below, over whose crowns I sit.
A forest to watch over and tend.
The cool wind against my face as dark eyes behold their duty.
And their eyes look back.
A cloud of darkness rises and descends in shrill cries,
the boughs creak and strain with their sorrow and hatres.
The canopy spreads its shade and my kingdom grows.