It would be fitting that my thirteenth late night post would be about The Dark Tower. I miss it so much. I’ll be starting book 4 again tomorrow. It’s my favorite in the series. But here is a little poem/short story I wrote that was inspired by the tower. I wonder what Stephen King would think of it?

End of the Beams

Last night I had a dream that the Tower called out to me.
It opened its hands and said it had a plan, The Tower, it spoke to me.
Winding staircases and such familiar faces, all trying to set me free.
Last night I had a dream that the Tower called out to me.

Last night I had a dream that the Rose spoke out to me.
It opened its blades and I stood amazed as a new world was shown to me.
There lies a field of dreams at the end of the beams and lights for all to see.
Last night I had a dream that the Rose spoke out to me.

Last night I had a dream that the king cried out to me.
He stood in his palace with eyes full of malice and Crimson reigned down on me.
Locked in his prison with eyes filled with Crimson, his gaze he set on me.
A noise to my back, here fled the man in black, they tried to corner me.
I reached for my gun, dun-bun-can’t-be-undone, the Tower I have to reach.
At last I arrived, ready to claim my prize, and there lied Black Thirteen.

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