This may seem strange,
But unexpected I fear not.
For some time now I've thought of it,
Of moving to stage two
(if it can that be called)
And chancing all for loss.
If chance rewarded be,
The chiefest goal possessed.
Again, if lost, lost is all.
The die I'll cast soon enough,
And from thence, find out
If all was lost for naught.
Many people say the live without regrets:
My regret it that I am not one of them,
That after this, all shall be gone,
As I am doomed to die each time.
No station next, I'll risk it,
And see this castle I have built
Washed away by incoming tide.

This could be worse than Towers.