He haunts the gloom of the northerly tower,

Staring down on the living world with a malevolent glower,

No fear does he from within portend,

Outwardly though to the living he does not pretend…

Passed over was he as a satanic numeral,

Could he have been as fanatic a ghoul as the majestic,

Or maybe he would only be what he is, a domestic,

Fearless one must be to of him approach…

Frightened are the little children to near his tower,

They realize he has great devilish power,

He knows not how to extend from the tower his reach,

Stuck there for eternity but just out of touch,

Is his place of birth & death, his favorite beach…