ABC...

Another fine day, if i may say so.
Bees, trees, birds and all that.
Commonly, that's what you get anyway.
Death is all that lives here though.
Extremely peculiar, that.
For death to live somewhere, that is.
Gods know how one land can be ruled by death.
Hundreds of years, it's been like this.
I've only lived here for 30 years or so.
Just enough to know nothing about the place.
Keeps its secrets to itself, the land does.
Like it has a mind of its own, bugger it.
More than that, there's that tower up there,
No one knows who built it or when,
Presumably, it has always been there..
Quite so, I'm afraid, it seems like it watches us all the time..
Reality seems twisted around it.
Stare at it, and it stares back.
Turn your gaze, and feel it behind you, ready to stab you..
Undeniably there, Undeniably ominous.
Vast, burned land, and the king that watches over it.
Why? no one knows. There is no door to it.
Xenophobia keeps people from teaming up and entering it somehow.
Yonder, yonder... The ubiquitous watcher.
Zombies we are, and we work for it unknowing.