A crooked door
Off-kilter and ancient
Stands open
Not exactly inviting
Just expectant
Expecting us to be entranced
By the twisted world within
Mundane stairs are its only offering at first
But this tilted path leads to the sky
Eternal marble potholes
In silky molten stone
Woven with rocky veins
The sun is closer now
The world turns
Each step pulls us forward
Upwards and onwards
Lost in history
Living in memory
Of all the footsteps
That have passed
Who's feet have sounded here
And emerged from the murky twilight
Into the heavens?
The crooked door
Led to the crooked stairs
Which together formed the crooked tower