"I,the tower,and The flower."
As Im standing in this field with this tower.
I look through the field of weeds and find only a simple flower.
It is black and shrowded and grey.
The tower leans over it,every hour,every day.
The sky is that of an ever raging storm.
For this tower, and this flower we are skorn!
The ground on witch this tower stands, is that of red mist.
The ground is filled with lonlieness, the ground is rotting ever slowly in this jist.
For it is I, this tower, and this flower that stand tall every hour.
