The tower stands upon the hill
Surrounded by the serf worked fields
Inside the local chieftain’s will
Commands by right of force he wields
The tower stands against the might
Of neighbors who would plunder all
And enemies who take delight
In planning for the tower’s fall
But towers seldom fall by force
They fall from weakness from within
What seems to all the men and horse
On guard are but the chieftain’s kin
Who prattle long of glories past
And tell of marvels yet to be
Until the tower falls at last
The rubble there for all to see