Vines crawl up the wall

Built by masons and regents

As if out of spite

The clock ticks for me

Speeding ahead without pause

Except when you’re here

Grand is the tower

That stands above all mankind

Entwined by nature

Grandiose gestures

Made whimsically for love

But is it too much

A ripened blood moon

Tasty after a story

Of ghosts, ghouls, and death

Eyes freshly open

To a world of restrictions

Only imagined