The Man At the Top

Hello, through my guards and up my spiral you've come to meet me. Your sword, held high. Tis such a fond way to greet me. But now that you are here you've come to defeat me with such a silly notion that you can beat me. Do not bother announcing your name. If we duel i shalln't recall by the time your lame, lifeless body begins to fall. But as i look in your eyes and as fierce as they may be, you, boy, are not ready to meet demise. This, the last chance to run for the door and your life, or you, my young friend, will meet the Master's scythe.