Lifeless.
The tower stood,
By no bounds.
With its words,
The words it spoke,
It broke all meaning.

Thus, the knight rode.
Steadily he rode,
And looked toward it,
That crooked tower that stood.

There he saw,
A man of higher stature,
The warden of knowledge.
Kind he was,
Unlike those he had crossed before.
"At the bottom,
The very bottom of this very tower"
Spoke the warden with fatality.

And so, the knight rode.
Steadily he rode,
And looked toward it,
The staircase to humanity.

There he saw,
An ordinary Blade.
Which bore a symbol:
"TO BE" is what it read.

The knight picked up his lance,
A gleaming lance of flame and death.
Out rode the knight,
With his lance in one,
And his Blade in the other.

There he saw,
A woman of desire,
The birth of pulchritude in his eyes.
Lucky as he was,
For she, too had been kind.
She stood and awarded him
With an iron Rosary
Marked with the words:
"TOGETHER"

She began to walk in a distance,
At last sought for the warden.
Once together, embraced
And collapsed, them both.

The knight unmantled his horse.
And dropped his lance,
As his steed fell shortly after.
He stripped his armor,
And left his lance of strength.

And so, the knight began to walk.
Dreary and lifeless as he did.
Looking up, his eyes met hers.
She smiled, aiding his salvation.
The knight lost in despair,
Began the words, "Thank You"
Presenting her a Rosary.

In an instance of panic,
A black blizzard of dunes dusted.
And his maiden lost.


From walking and walking,
The knight saw a weary traveler,
Which he presented his blade.
The traveler accepted,
Leaving the knight.

The knight was lesser now,
Beginning to see nothing,
Yet, strived to live.

Again, a horse in the distance,
Followed by a fair maiden.
He embraced her,
Dreary he was, but happy
And collapsed, them both.