Dark Spires Swirl In The Abyss

A towering mountain naked in the wasteland
Circling steps lead upwards (to everlasting wisdom)
The ascension has been set
Below the shadows command
and rise in defiance and fire

The crown conquered
A large bluish sphere closing in
A step through
Into the coldness of space

From doorway to doorway
Passed beyond shapes through the gate
Tomes of power piled on wood
A turn
A doorway, one of the last

From horizontal to vertical
The stars burned brighter here
The correct patrh was laid
Finally the form did rise and speak
In the centre the stellar ones amass
and in the depths they awaken

I can already see the shapes
The spires swirling in the abyss
The lights burning in the depths

All the shadows are the same
The shadows are death