Capetonification

In the grey tower,
I watched a storm.
It billowed and swelled from the edge of the abyss,
Coming at me like a malevolent murder of crows.
In the blackest hearts of men waited the undeniable abomination of the world's brutal oppression.
I felt alone in the grey tower,
The grey tower amidst the chaos.
I stayed and time eroded,
Nothing but the shadows in my mind to accompany me on the seamless passing of the sand.
My skin crawled with revulsion,
my eyes danced with a maddening lack of focus,
my heart fluttered like the wretched wings of a disease-riddled bat.
Knees scraping the cold stone floor of my sanctuary,
Finger nails scrabbling at the ledge of the window,
I stood to face the black tide.
I waited.
And waited.