And the flowers heads slightly tilted

Like that of one sent to the gallows

They stand alone near the river shallow

But as I look there seems to be something more

Something forgotten that must be explored

That which can no longer be ignored

Something that should be kept hid no more

Through the blackened water I traveled 

In my head a piece of the mystery began to unravel

The dirt around the tower was like a shore

The river must have been something more in the days before

A larger body of water

That must have once completely surrounded this ancient tower

Protecting it from the world's darkest hours