Disclaimer: Nothing I write about here is mine, but belongs to Stephen King. If it were, I would be a lot richer than I am now.'
Author's Note: Hi! Nice to meet you all. If you're at all curious about why on earth there's a poem under the Dark Tower fanfic category, I should explain. I've been working very late in order to finish my schoolwork, and yesterday night my mind began to wander quite severely. I ended up with a very odd beat-style poem instead of a scientific experiment analysis, and to be honest, I like this a lot better.
As always, I would love to hear what you think of this! Questions, comments, suggestions, criticisms, anything, send them my way—reviews are always appreciated. Enjoy!
apathy
forever lost
never a rose
never a tower
never an unfound door
forever found
wishing for a quest
watching for a sign
waiting for the Dark Tower
waiting for the world to move on
shall we follow Roland's path?
all things serve the Beam
and Beam says thankya
but we have lost all—
so nothing serves the Beam
for Gan is gone
no one resides in the uppermost room
and we cry
"Save us"
but no one is left to hear—
no one but a weary gunslinger,
climbing the Tower again and again.
Despair.
Gilead has fallen.
We are lost.
where are the last of the gunslingers,
that they might rescue us?
can they not mount the Tower together,
this final time,
and change their ka?
Must he go on alone?
The roses trumpet,
and he answers their call.
and may I, too,
yet mount the Tower with him?
will I see the remnants of his life—
or mine?
Two blood-red eyes stare
and we scream.
Go
climb the Tower
mount the stairs
reach the top…
and begin.
again.
Renewal.
He has found the unfound door.
And yet,
Despair.
Then silence.