• In the tall shadow of the Dark Tower,
    Where your inveterate nightmares lay, lest
    You forget how your mind did cower.

    Hands gently caress the virgin’s bower;
    How easily one falls into slumber to rest
    In the tall shadow of the Dark Tower.

    Old, familiar wonders turn sour;
    Awakened by an unwelcome guest,
    You forget how your mind did cower.

    Return to your abyssal dreaming hour
    And discover a vine-enveloped chest
    In the tall shadow of the Dark Tower

    To crack it open you muster all of your power;
    To find your heart pumping in a feather-made nest;
    You forget how your mind did cower.

    And as you hold your fantasies in a leaved shower,
    A premonition stirs from a void in your breast.
    In the tall shadow of the Dark Tower,
    You forget how your mind did cower.