twas a night like this
all dark and dreary
between lightning crashes
stood something queerly
a tower hung foreboding
jutting up into the sky
an obsidian spear in the night
that hid away from the eye
the thunder crashed
as rain pummeled the ground
this ebony spire
the only shelter to be found
soaked to the bone
quite weak and weary
i stumbled onward
towards the tower eerie
illuminated by lightning
startled by the thunderous crack
the frantic sound of wings
ravens fly black against black
soon i find myself closer
my hands clawing on cold stone
seeking entrance to the tower
frozen quite down to the bone