I'll be posting a few poems here every now and again, whenever I actually sit to write.
I've posted one completely related to the Tower in "Requiem for a Fool" which I may repost here.
But for now, here's the first post.

Temporis Noctis

All a matter of demons and wraiths
In all men's hearts, in all their ways
May someday want to come out and play
Come out and play
Make them go away
If only we could hide from them,
Run away from the sight of them.

Run to the tower, it's all make believe.
What the spirits don't know, humans conceive
And all the fear the unknown retrieves
Those thoughts retrieve
I could make them leave.
But they'll be held back by distraction
A warring outside interaction.

Falling now
Falling deep
The ghosts won't haunt
When you're asleep

The war goes on in your serenity
A hair on the clock's an eternity
Only fear and joy, no hope no dignity
Loose your dignity
In all reality
All so perfect, and all so wrong
No longer welcome, you've stayed too long.

Their world, their sun, their lights are flipped
Get out, it's their apocalypse
Do they see you fall into your crypt?
Roll into your crypt
Can't enjoy the trip
The phantom bellows, pulls you down
With a white hot noise, makes you come around.

Crawling out
Reaching high
It's always bad
To say goodbye

Yesterday was crimson painted, painfully.
You'd color today the same, disdainfully.
Acknowledge them all so blamefully
Hurt them blamelessly
Until you react shamefully
A far away nightmare that never came through
Held at bay by other rivers in full view

You'll drown in those waters, and what's achieved?
Overbearing pressure, a longing to leave.
Even in the locker, you can still breathe.
You can only breathe
The darkness is all too brief
The stars have gone out, we had our chance.
We stood on the feet of seraphim, and for a moment we danced.