Relics of the tower
Crumbling down
To smithereens
Upon a fallen architects 
Dreams

Skeleton structures
Impaling the land
As bats weave in and out
Of the ruins

The moon shines a spotlight 
Out onto the ocean 
Wind farms flash red in the dark

The silhouettes of the towers
Engulfed slowly by the mist
The Reculver disappearing
Like a memory
As landscapes begin to shift