The Tower

There was a time when people came
Dressed of silver, hidden by gold
To see the tower

And they arrive in line
With a smile in their eyes
Bringing gifts made by gentle souls

And they came, and they came
On their golden ships
On their brown horses
To admire the secret of the tower

Here they were, enchanted
By the songs of the piper
By the tales of the Bard
The moon sent flowers

Hungry of magic
Trying to grasp the purpose
Straining the ears at each sound
Of redemption

Welcome to the tower
Crossroad of paths
Lighthouse of desires
Where the unknown is guarded
Behind foreign tongues
Where a word is not enough
Where a sound is not just one

There is the time when people come
Dressed of dirty rags
Covered by stains
To see the tower

And they cry and they hate
With the fire in their eyes
It’s the flame of a lost salvation

“Where are you” they claim“
Where are all the old names
Where is now the bright muse
And the promise she made!?
You are just an illusion
an invention they made
To suggest the golden wool sheeps

”Welcome my friends,
You are nothing owners
You won’t need white lights
Ancient musics and precious tools
This tower is nothing else that
The mirror of your beings
A many faces mask
A shelter for your sins
Welcome my friends,
You are nothing owners
You won’t need white lights
Ancient musics and precious tools