Colossus III

In a place where shadows dance,

Beneath a moon's cold glance,

Lies a tower proud and tall

Now envy calls

Staring eyes, arriving walls

Deadly harp, blinding souls

Monster's grip, it tightens still,

Leaving scars that cannot heal.

Once brave, now cruel and keen

 

Lazy mind, needs to find

A place, of its own

It crumbles, stone by stone