The Steam riseth up

A Ghostly Pillar 

Erupting from the bowels of the tower below

A stange incense smelling of sulfur and toil 

Oh, damp and basic utility 

To those out whose windows look on high, to gaze upon this frigid winter scape, 

... an aberration inspiring fear and intrigue in the night

Going hence up, evermore to the great beyond, through the veil of icy clouds to meet the host of stars 

Fading into the unseen