hryeer the spire
tall and overseeing
syeer across roof tops
beguy the haunt
of drift and of drag
a ghoul's midnight
of taunt and brag
hryeer the spire
point at those
you beckon
home to the tomb
of your graveyard
of stone
hryeer the spire
thy fingerly jab
beguy the haunt
of drift and of drag
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem