The Tower Part 1
...a prose poem
Standing at the edge of the canyon,
its crest wreathed in swirling clouds of fog
the tower looms on the plain,
incongruous, like blood on a bridal gown.
Zedar has come to investigate.
As Grand Sovereign of the New Republic
he takes his responsibilities seriously,
and besides, he wants to take charge of this
mission personally, to remove all doubt
concerning his effectiveness as a leader.
Not much is known about the tower.
It is an architectural curiosity, constructed
from sheets of metal and wood with ornamental
granite buttresses. Built in the Seventh Epoch
it was thought by some to have religious significance,
but Zedar thought it might be used for munitions storage
for the Deviants to mount attacks against Moqaffa.
The monolith intrigues him.
It sucks him in and swallows him whole.
Feeling his way he finds a staircase
spiraling upward, disappearing into darkness.
He begins to climb.
One, two, three, four...
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