O, Ivory Tower, sought amongst strands coast to coast,
As if in spite, your foundation is built unto the heavens to boast,
Men long forgotten, redeemed as ghosts, thrive as your host,
A pity, I walk on this day, to sight Ivory Tower,
Amongst the strand I scramble, my eye never leaving your sight,
Ivory Tower, likewise, never leaving my eye to kite,
A tower to the heavens sighted only to the keen,
Ivory Tower sought my feet closer, invited to look upon its crown of queens,
Dragged to the floor, my heart sought more!
Shore, long abroad, greeted me no hospitalities to return,
Hence I moved forward once more, stern of face, I swore to open the door,
My fingers, one by one, piled upon the mighty portal, inch by inch,
O Soul, O Heart! Fail me not now, a riddle entices me still, it laughs at my will,
The hatch flies forward, Ivory Tower no longer shoreward,
O! A feeling of utter unknowing, bitter, faster, my mind I feel slowing!
Spirits of men stand morbid, yet bestowing,
Upon their lips my eye grew weary,
As the men long past set to pronounce their theory,
It is not we, they said, who wish to brush my bones,
To crush my spleen, or hear my moans,
To fiddle a tune upon a dreary days end,
When remorse and deceit have no bitter best friend,
Not I, not us, they exclaimed, better for peace then for rust or lust,
Unwinding, my mind babbled still,
Upon my eyes Ivory Tower drove me a chill,
Just then, the spirits accompanying me seemed also to cry a shrill,
As if secretly revealing to me their fiery kill,
Yet my Soul found no glory, my mind lead onward, unruffled with thrill,
Onward! My heart�s desire has found me convoluted in fire!
The spirits yield so as to portray an end,
Yet forward they marched, knowing never to bend!
Why speak freely, I asked, when your soul ties knots around your master, your friend?
You beseech our competence still, the spirits said, our pastor shall not kill you,
The fire, the might, we serve it not, it serves us still,
Your fellow man, muse of null, timid yet having an unruly skill,
Your demise lies in him, within Ivory Tower you shall watch grim,
Here you shall greet us with similar coincidence, not unlike many an incidence,
Here is our warning, not our plight, redeem your soul, or suffer this might,
Upon their final word I found myself shoreward once more,
Battered and beaten, my body fell to the floor,
Upon that dreary day I escaped the shore,
To find that my hosts meant no lore,
O, Ivory Tower,
Before I found you, my heart felt not, neither passion nor doom,
O, Ivory Tower,
Sought amongst strands coast to coast,
I deem not to find myself a host,
Built from spite unto the heavens,
Find me a resting place, when the hour arrives,
Far, far, away from Ivory Tower
