Sorry this is last-minute, but I thought it'd fit in with the end of the story and everything :)

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 Zigguraut 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 wake

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.