The unprecedented towers
are consensual
to take the lives of men
reaching to the sky as
Dante's river of blood
flows on the souls of unforsaken
heroes; She stands alone
on the brink,
to fly. To fly; she can fly
tho' abscence of wings
apparent and yet
their journey is to die
aloft beneath a forgotten sun,
for a forgotten
son whose daughter lies deep
in the psyche forestation of
lesser men,
the goodness of lost souls to reap
then gossamer raised aloft like
bird'd wings
as we scale the tower; The tower
constructed only in recompense
to steal the lives of men
who once so bless'd by the power
that is...
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