On the brink of defeat I stood taller than a mountain
I let the wind howl through my crevices, the jagged passes
The bitter cold just brushing my skin
I stood stronger than a myriad of armies
Brandishing their swords for the king
I am an unrearing beacon for I pass the test of time
And for for centuries I will not falter
But when the rain comes crashing in

I crumble

Even cathedrals and basilicas would envy my stature
As I stand draped in purple, red, hues of gold
The warmth of the sun, rub my back
Glowing in bliss as intense as the flickering
The flickering of the fire in my core
I am an invincible fortress for I pass the test of time
And for centuries I will not falter
But when the wind blows in my face

I crack

On the brink of defeat I stood taller than a mountain
On the brink of defeat I stood triumphant before many
The castle where I stand radiates purity
But the interior screams in terror
Cracked ceilings, putrid pillars infested with maggots
Shattered windows and doors ajar
For how strong I am

How strong am I?