In The Thunderous Tower It Is She Who Turns

Grey Life

In the thunderous tower, it is she who turns

Spinning herself round with all her might

But lo, if she stops to rest her feet

And leave the room she is compelled

The world stops and seethes with grey

Which to me, is worse than hell

Out she peeps through her glass

For a glance of commendable delight

But alas, the world is in a soot of grey

Awry and least bright
So yet again she turns and spins

In her lowly throne

It is she who can break and put the universe at stake

Just she and she alone