Jack T.

Upon a stony path side bridge I sit
To peer above a palace light still lit
A stare like those of watching birds that sit

And over solid walls laid true in brick
I see a tower mountain peaks scale quick
At tower top a flicker calm does tick

To warn perhaps the mount of group within
Or guide the lost unfortunate thy kin
On horseback ride to tower high therein

So speak of it said horse I hear approach
Its rider tall spits me a blunt reproach
For I, a poor and watchful eye, encroach