the tall tower

stands stark against the starry sky....there is light showing from the very top....no doubt the baleful Lord of the keep is busy at this freezing midnight hour with his conjurations and unholy communications with powers best not spoken of.....the wind whispers in the pines.....some animal cries in the distance.....one thin cloud passes over the face of the moon, swiftly.....something is moving close by in the brush....a low growl.....