The Tower in Owenbeg
...behind it, there was something vast, something dark, a stretch of an evening sky pasted onto midday. To say the tower was colossal was to compare a volcano to a matchstick: it was a mountain’s trunk, freed from the foothills, and the scattering of villages in its shadow could’ve been cardboard toys.
Queen Daelyn built a tower,
Took gold from every man,
Breast milk from every mother.
Took gold from every man,
Breast milk from every mother.
Queen Daelyn sent her servant—
To oversee the deed…
To oversee the deed…
…the servant wasn’t smart enough—
And he got promptly {killed?...}
And he got promptly {killed?...}