The Three Towers Poem by Wesley Mincin

The Three Towers

The frost coats mountains, rivers, flowers
It thickens by the snow storm showers
The cold wraps round three standing towers,
in a mountain lake far from here.

An outpost where elves shined their light
That burned against the howling night,
Against the dangers that sanctioned might,
The dangers that still lurk near.

But now that light is all but astray
The paladin elves all went away
But the towers stand till to this day
As icons negating fear.