Wednesday, May 4, 2016


A tower slim and tall.
What evil might befall?
I could now climb up there.
Without a thought or care.
It’s narrow and dark inside.
And nowhere at all to hide.
The windows let in some light.
But not much up to this height.
I’ve finally reached the top room.
I feel like I’m about to swoon.
I climbed the steep stairs much too fast.
I’m happy I’ve left this to last.
White dust covers the floor.
There seems to be much more.
Skulls and bones are in the middle.
I’m now in a pretty pickle.
If I don’t leave here fast.
I’ll be part of the past.
A shadow rises in the room.
The end has come for me too soon.

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