The Grey Tower
The howling wind smashed mercilessly against the tower,
Within the grey walls, cold air filled the empty void,
The living were tormented, not with pain
but with an endless labor.
They were too early to feel the sun’s warmth when they began,
They bath in the darkness of the night when they end
Soulless shells have they became.
They touch but do not feel,
they eat but do not taste,
there is no one else, but still they speak,
To whom I do not know,
what seems like the shadow of their lifeless soul
- luckily my Itp here is only 8 weeks.