The Silent Tower

I dream of ripples in the water

Of reflections in the sky

Of dark forms doomed to wander

And destruction drawing nigh

Of visitors from far beyond

And phantoms in the night

To only me they would respond

In darkness but not in light

One night the water vanished

It was replaced with a spire

The product of a future

Where the world is on fire

All lay dead before their birth

Destined now to never wake

Their faces cold, devoid of mirth

Cries of help we did forsake

Voices could be heard before

In the gentle gloaming hour

Now all is still forevermore

Around the silent tower