T H E B L A C K T O W E R
BY PAUL L. GLAZE
A Black Tower Stands In A Distant Land.
Secretive, Hidden, Forbidden To Man.
Who Built This Tower?, A Wise man Asked.
Who Dared To Perform This Incredible Task ?
No One Knows Just Why It Was Made.
Was It Built For A King, Or Just A Charade ?
There Were No Doors For People To Enter.
It Is Round At The Sides, But Has No Center.
The Tower Was Constructed Of Solid Stone.
Hidden In A Valley, Standing Majestic Alone
Why Was It Not Built On A Hill With A Dome ?
So Weary Travelers May Find Their Way Home.
Did They Build It To Appease A Religious Whim;
Then Call It A God As They Worshipped Him ?
Did They Place Virgins At The Towers Base ?
As They Make Sacrifices Of An Innocent Race.
The Tower Was Built By Men Wiser Than We.
They Knew It Would Stand Through History.
They Made It Strong, Awesome And Tall.
Why Was It Built?, For No Reason At All!
They Knew Man, With His Inquisitive Side,
Would Seek Answers, Leaving Nothing To Hide.
To Confuse Future Man, And This Is True.
They Simply Gave Us Something To Do.
The Black Tower Stands As A Monument To Man.
To Make Him Reason And Understand.
It Makes One Question, Wonder, Then Ask!
What Makes Us Pursue Each Impossible Task?
It Is The Destiny Of Man; His Mind He Must Use,
To Search Out Answers And Seek Life's Clues.
He Must Dwell In Thought,
Each Second, Each Hour,
Herein Lies The Answer; To The Ancient Back Tower !
