The Towers of Metallic Wrath

Desperation doth urk mine soul. 

Such fell travesties trickle lightly 

down my face as bitter rain.

The reign of thy metallic wrath

doth enlighten of arrogance. 

Towers long in standing 

after their use is forfeit

have been our bane 

since the days we met. 

Green and blue dashed with white words

surround my soul and deprive my love 

from its unrendered gazing. 

Could thee not for a moment 

find strength to withhold the death

thou so knowingly bequeath?

'Tis black treachery against my sense of order

that thine own feigned ignorance creates!

Let this last bitter plea seek to enliven thy soul

into lovelier thoughts and deeds. 

The character I have once known of you 

is the only remaining hope I can see.

For the last in our bitter pace as we run alongside

must be this engine of destruction. 

I ask thee, I entreat thee, I plead from all my depths,

Throw your own Sprite cans away.