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…