Through the night air
The Tower clock sounds.
The Heavenly Zigguraut
Approaches the ground.
While everyone sleeps
The Devil will reap
Those crying from the Ziggraut Tower.
How tall it once stood,
Now level with Hell.
Thought to reach God,
Its reign subdued.
Blood pooled the ground,
Dried, crimson red.
Debris of the Tower
Cover the dead.
Bodies, lifeless, litter the ground.
Light of the sun
All coming around.
People awake
To this tragic site.
All this blood shed
By Zigguraut's height.
Zigguraut spread its wings
To the people of this place
Who thought of the Tower
As a one-way to God.
It took its flight
To the Heavens above.
Its once solemn plight
A death it will shove.
Author's notes: You know the drill ^. ~ R/R, voice the opinions, make me one happy cookie!! By the way, I know I might seem death-obssessed b/c of this and my one-shot of Rock . . . But seriously, it's just 1/3 of my style of poetry.