Towers of ancient stone, stained with crimson hue
Stand tall and grand, against the clear blue
The stairway leading up to its peak
Guarded by fierce warriors, strong and unique

No one was allowed to ascend the tower
The guards stood strong, every hour
For within its walls, lay a magic so grand
That if released, would shake the land

The walls were stained with blood and gore
From the battles of those who came before
Many sought to breach the tower’s gates
To unleash the magic, sealed by the fates

But the guards stood strong, swords in hand
Their loyalty to the tower, nothing could withstand
Their armor shone in the sunlight’s beam
As they protected the tower, like a dream

The magic within the tower, a mystery untold
Was guarded fiercely, to prevent it from being sold
For if unleashed, it could bring great light
Or plunge the world into eternal night

So the guards on the stairs, with their might and will
Protected the tower, from those who sought to kill
And the tower stood tall, like a beacon of hope
As the world moved on, in its eternal scope.