The Stone Tower

 

For many a year I lived alone in a tall stone tower

its walls were sturdy and strong with power

The door was locked with a drawbridge and moat

inside its cold interior by candle light I wrote

 

From its lofty windows I beheld magnificent views

I had never been out so was only able to muse

One day in the height of summer the door opened to beckon me

for the first time I found the courage for my eyes to see

 

A long narrow cobbled path as straight as a die

did like a red carpet before me lie

I began an adventure into the unknown

leaving behind me all that I did own

 

There was no other building or person in sight

this concerned me as day was done with fading light

Then in the distance I saw a tall beacon

which drew me close toward its light to reckon

 

A lighthouse by the oceanside did stand

beyond which there was no more land

Its structure resembled my home in the tower

I entered in order to rest as it was nearly the twelfth hour

 

During the night I awoke to see an oscillating light

which at first brought about a sense of fright

Its beam shone this way and that then out into the sea

and I realised it was a sign made ready for me

 

This was an omen indeed to now explore

so I raced downstairs to the bottom floor

A sudden thought in my inner self did say

now young man you must choose the way