The Tower
As I climbed the spiral staircase
I blessed myself, letting the Amen
Slipped loudly from my throat
This now deserted tower
Belonged to the Abbey of St Bede
The freshness of the air felt pleasing
After the hot sun outside
The concrete steps worn
from many years of use
The bell no longer rings
Vanished years ago,
yet the secret remains
Yet, no one has managed
to decipher the markings on the wall
Save for one word, treasure.
That’s why I am here. I need to find it
As I reached the last steps
I could smell the salt sea air
From the top, the view could
soften the hardest heart
I took the snapshots I needed
Light was fading as I descended the stairs
I noticed a small silver coin
That I was sure could not have been here
On my climb to the top.
Who had been behind me?
Picking up the coin of undetermined origin
Pocketing it, I continued downwards
After a few moments the coin
Began to feel hot against my thigh
Could it be the treasure spoken of?
Before I could find out
I fell from the last six steps
Blackness took my mind elsewhere
Before I disappeared from this world completely
I wondered if the Templar treasure
would ever be found…
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