all will be known at the appointed hour
when men and women gaze at broken skies
and bow to lords from the forbidden tower
you can't afford to bluster or to glower
just brush away the assaults of the flies
all will be known at the appointed hour
in stark dishonour see the villain cower
(his very purpose his own thoughts despise)
and bow to lords from the forbidden tower
there is no time for magic to turn sour
but better forms have space now to arise
all will be known at the appointed hour
we do not choose to batter or devour
the forces that would snatch away the prize
and bow to lords from the forbidden tower
these matters give to us a greater power
to teach you what are truths and what are lies
all will be known at the appointed hour
and bow to lords from the forbidden tower
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
04 April 2008
the forbidden tower
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