I built a wall, a tower,
a monument
It was made of unbreakable stones
-locked up with faerie magik-
It rose clear to the heavens
The sight alone was dizzying
People, common people, came from
far off places to marvel at it.
Then I named it after _you._
And struck it down.
Now the people come to weep
Over the crumbled stones.
The stones that will forever
honor your unspeakable name.
Reason for writing:
. . . at work sweating and thinking about relationships when it came to me and I stopped working, hid, and scribbled it in my notebook . . .
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