He who speaks without an attentive ear is mute.

Therefore, Constant Reader, this final book in the Dark Tower cycle is dedicated to you.

Long days and pleasant nights.

Not hear? When noise was everywhere! it tolled

Increasing like a bell. Names in my ears

Of all the lost adventurers, my peers-

How such a one was strong, and such was bold,

And such was fortunate, yet each of old

Lost, lost! One moment knelled the woe of years.

There they stood, ranged along the hillsides, met

To view the last of me, a living frame

For one more picture! In a sheet of flame

I saw them and I knew them all. And yet

Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set,

And blew. “Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.”

“Childe Roland

to the Dark Tower Came”

I was born

Six-gun in my hand,

behind a gun

I’ll make my final stand.

What have I become?

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know

Goes away in the end

You could have it all

My empire of dirt

I will let you down

I will make you hurt