Spire

As his halo of hair grows wilder and his dark angel darker, the spire rises octagon upon octagon, pinnacle by pinnacle, watched over by the gargoyles - until the stone pillars shriek, the earth beneath creeps, and the spire's shadow falls like an axe on the medieval world below ... 'Astounding ...

Pe masura ce aureola de par devine din ce in ce mai salbatica si ingerul sau intunecat mai intunecat, turla se ridica octogon dupa octogon, varf cu varf, supravegheata de gargui - pana cand stalpii de piatra tipa, pamantul de dedesubt se taraste si umbra turnului cade ca un secure pe deasupra. lumea medievala de dedesubt... ,,Uimitor...