At the foot of a mountain, fashioned from steel.
Its what we’ll be climbing, but barely seems real.
Why did it rise, I cannot hazard a guess.
Simply one day it appeared, from out of that bramble mess.
Spire, spire;
Fueling new desire.
Higher, higher;
Burning with internal fire.
On the lower third, battling the systems.
Who would’ve thought, this place would be filled with wisdom.
From the very shell that runs from ground to tip,
This place looked fashioned only for things quite bleak.
Spire, spire;
Fueling new desire.
Higher, higher;
Burning with internal fire.
Two thirds of the way or at least I think so.
My mind is weary, does not want to rest though.
So on I push deeper into the belly.
Sadly it isn’t long before my legs turn to jelly.
Spire, spire;
Fueling new desire.
Higher, higher;
Burning with internal fire.
Rest taken even if not by choice.
Weariness departed when I heard the voice.
Angelic and yet it held something more.
If only I’d have known what would be in store.
Spire, spire;
Fueling new desire.
Higher, higher;
Burning with internal fire.
Reachin the summit, with barely a thimble of energy.
I was struck by, a demand of; avenge me.
Baffled and bleary I simply faltered backward.
As just as well I did seeing otherwise I would’ve been fractured.
By the falling baited trap.
Those batards thought I’d fall for that.
Yet i didn’t and so made them pay.
None of them did get away.
Which left me with chance to seek.
For my efforts I located a prize.
Researched it with open eyes.
Took the spire as my home.
Fashioned at its base a brand new hope.
Never thought it could be true.
Went from a pauper to a kingdom to.
Benevolent reign continues on.
Not something I wish to go wrong.
Yet each day I research more.
Dig into the vast depths of lore.
Fascinated by this lost ancient age.
If I professed this I might be called a sage.
Alas i know that would be a danger.
Especially in the hands of a cruel stranger.
So guard the secrets, learn and confide in a few.
All to rebuild this vault of view.
Name I bestowed as I continue.