The Tower

Far past Lake Bristol

And over the hill

Stood an ivory tower,

Or a thorough molehill.

For what could it be,

And how could I know,

While timid and trembling

Refused I to go.

But, alas, there I went,

Regardless of angst,

To face this great tower

Without care for thanks.

This fortress I knew

Was greater than me,

For its power it stretched

Beyond sea to sea.

But still I trudged onward,

Determined inside,

To face this great beast

And no longer to hide.

And closer and closer,

I drew to the day

Of its now-soon arrival

To my greater dismay.

Yet what could I do

But see this thing through?

Although more and more

My terror it grew.

I’d arrived at this tower,

The great hulking mass,

To see it as puny and just a bypass.

For more laid beyond

This trivial fort

Than ever I’d seen

In my recent cavort.

But all through itself

My journey had worth

As past this grand checkpoint

I saw there no dearth.

So embrace your fears,

Thou unconscious want,

So as not to leave it

Forever to haunt.