Another Poem? Of Course

This was written quickly in a burst of inspiration that just came then went. It probably took less than 30 minutes to write and I only edited it once after it was written. I hope you like it and would appreciate feedback if you want to give it. Apart from that there really isn't anything else to say so I bid you good day.

THE SPIRE

The Spire stands high and stretches far,

Inundated with vines and decay:

Apropos to the rest of the land.

The sandstone fire of failure’s despair,

Tasted in the desert that engulfs its dying light.

The eye of the sun that watches it wither and die.

It blinks in the night-time sky.

Watch it die.

It sees those who made it find peace easy.

It watches rivals provide and override,

Turn the tides.

While this humble stone fades from existence,

It tries bouncing back with bursts of persistence.

It’s infection of poison ivy,

Crawling along with relishing glee.

Sand whistles through its cracks while light peeks to see.

The eye of the sun bears down upon the tower.

Beyond its base lie armies of dead flowers.

Up to its apex, a discordant gong of the bell,

That would be The Spire’s Tainted Song of Its Hell.