The Tower Looms

No Arcana was in sight when
I took my first step that day
Just a sense of where to go
Because I knew I could not stay

A promise made with full intent
to the shadow on the ground
The wordless whisper deep within
who never made a sound.

One step forward and five behind
Toward the secrets held within
The virtues shining to the world
shrouding my hidden sins

Double meaning metaphors
with every word I speak
Light and dark, Love and wrath
The Tower that I seek

273 steps, a simple climb
won't take long at all
The Devil waits at the end
the pride before the fall.

The Star shines down, closer now
Its' promise dull and broken
like the one I made before
to Shadow never spoken


The Tower's on the horizon
and getting closer every day
130 feet should be enough
to make everything go away.