I shine in the sun, sturdy and strong.
I have to be.
Men's lives are in my hands.
Up, up and up they climb.
Reaching for the stars.
Or so it seems.
I am key to this whole project.
Without me the cathedral couldn't be built.
I am made of wood, but strong.
I sense a smell of fear around me.
Two men approach, one hooded,
One in royal robes.
I have been built for one job alone,
To kill a King.
The job is done,
And I am destroyed, just like him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem