YAY! This is 21st poem shared on Scratch! Image from Google.
Up an endless stairwell, Heading forever north, Standing before thee, A shape like a morph. A plank of golden letters, Telling me, To go forever forward, To the light. Forever in the stairway, That seems to be infinite night. A clacking on the floor, A point of no return, And sitting on the stairwell, Is a creature shaped like a urn. Walk forward, Up the endless stairs, Whoever dare oppose me, Their bones will end up in my many lairs, I begin to glimpse the light, Up ahead of thee, Just in my range of sight, And then a warrior came from behind, And smote the blow none could smite.
