Ascending heights all mount in glory,
A saddle of the earth here ruled,
And there so highly lifted up: a cross,
The crown of all such escapades,
The beauty in the bricks and gothic face,
The light that grants the world to see,
That is the one who made its horror majesty.

Silver scales and scattered rocks,
I step into the blue but it surrounds,
A column falling down until it locks,
Upon my body that within its push rebounds.

Annoying tasks,
I see them seethe a little,
They don't like it when I do the things to be done,
You could even say that...
I'm ticking off the tasks.