Death Tower Poem by Justin Gildow

Falling from above
Inside Death Tower
It's going to be quite the hastle to get
through this place
Even after all that I've gone through
I can still feel pain on my face

Inside Death Tower
As I journey along
The ceiling and floor are closing in
Yet they're controlled by a giant screw
Attacking the screw the best I can
I manage to destroy it

After braving through the lower level
of Death Tower
I spy a rope and begin climbing up
And it's a good thing
Because below
Needles and pins rise up from the ground
To give chase

After climbing up many ropes
I finally reach the top of Death Tower
Needles and pins tried to attack me
from above the first time around
Needles and pins tried to attack me
from below the second time around
Now, the needles and pins are going to try
to attack me from the right side

Running as fast as I can
As well as avoiding confrontation and
battling
Every one of my movements demands
perfection
And to be precise
As my life is counting on it

Spying one final rope
I grab a hold of it
And climb my way up
Just as the needles and pins come closer
and closer

At the top
I let go of the rope
And fall down to the ground
I'm safe at last
The needles and pins are gone now
As they're nothing but a memory