As I slowly entered the spire made of time and will
I quickly prepared for death and prepared to kill
I knew my foe was not of blood, flesh and bone
But entities made of wills as hard as steel and stone
As finally began to move the shadows around me fled
I walked up the stairs prepared for the ordeal ahead
I never wavered as I commenced this mortal crime
I knew that the number is few for those who dared the climb