(Inspired by Stephen King’s The Dark Tower)
Oh, how I long to stand before
The object I dream of at night.
What will the Dark Tower give to me?
Will I see the dark or the light?
Will this great center of all worlds
Put me to hell or paradise?
And will I sacrifice my friends
For it? Is not that at a price?
I’m tired of walking through the lands,
Seeing all irreversibly changed.
So many miles are left behind.
Will ever our world be arranged?
Oh, how I wish to see the day
When we attain our longed-for end.
Oh Lord, don’t let me do the wrong,
Don’t let me sacrifice my friends,
For I don’t know what I will choose
When seeing the Tower before my eyes.
I wish we’d all enjoy its sight,
So let our friendship never die.
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