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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
to be or not to be, that is the queston AT death tower. very imaginative captivating writng