The Tower

My hand grips this fate stained blade dripping with glee

And my shadow laughs as all my fearsome enemies flee

I stand within this starlit dune and breath in my power

And I prepare my self for the climb of the deadly tower

For upon its lofty and shining crest is a bridge to heaven

But guarding its mighty gates are the deadly vices seven

As I trod upon the seemingly endless dry sands of time

I know the vicious sins could not touch one free of crime

They snarled as they watched me open the gates sublime

I could not relax for what came was the treacherous climb.