Watching from the highest spire
I could see the End
An oncoming wave of darkness, yes,
Then it would begin.
The wave of shadows, furious still
Crushed across the planes
As I watched from the highest point
Of my own tower of pain.
The sanctuary, no one knew
That this is where I stayed
To see the crushing stream of death,
Devastation and disarray.
The world would fall into depths
Of shadows I did see
And yet I only watched and kept
My own darkness in me.
The tower loomed over it all
Seeing the End rise
I felt no emotion watching it
Unleash others' demise.
The shadows grew, the darkness spread
And finally touched the tower.
My sanctuary had quickly reached
Its truly darkest hour.
As it rose to the peak
Of my greatest keep
I did not move the slightest inch
Nor did I begin to weep.
"It can have the tower" I said,
Leaping from the spire
I leapt down each level rapidly
But did not even tire.
At the surface, the darkness reached
Out to try and take
And so I let it, open arms
And soon, I began to wake.
Was it real? Was it not?
I will not know for sure.
But whatever darkness throws at me,
I promise, I will endure.