Sta.sh
Far in deepest sands
Almost buried a tower stands
A tower made of stone
Crystal glass and bleached bone
A hundred metres high
Legend of the tower tell
Of a people which once rose and fell
Before their death they took their power
And sealed it all within the tower
Long before Beladi reign
A thousand years have come and gone
Greatest deeds have since been done
But no matter where the thieves have crept
The tower all its secrets kept
Along their drying husks
Sometimes when the sun grows dim
A traveller comes and brings with him
A desert rose, a gear, a star
Stories and tales from way and far
And whispers of the tower
They walk into the riddler's den
Never to be seen again
Like oh so many done before
And after them will many more
To catch at least a glimpse
Of who buried riches wants to claim
Only skull and bones remain
Of those called no single thread
Legend tells they are not dead
But welcomed into the tower
The storm subsides
The mass divides
A traveler comes from the sands
Battered, weary, and in her hands
A bloodied desert rose
Feverish she tells her tale
Succeeded where others failed
Ventured through the halls of stone
Crystal glass and bleached bone
And came across no soul
From the light into the dark
Dared not to light a spark
Straight paths curling through themselves
And in between a thousand shelves
Every deed which had been done
Parchment, paper, leather, hide
Words in reddest ink inside
From the first dawn til today
But the silent halls betray
Only the chosen remain unscarred
Her last words are of bronze rings
Etched markings and other things
It spins around a sun of glass
A model of the planet's path
Made to show and teach the called
Kelehëu's tower is its name
And like moths to nightly flame
It draws the greedy of any kind
Some are killed, but the knowing find
Admittance to the tower
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