Towering over edge, For those who drag and dredge, A monument to focus aim, But don’t go up the ledge. Spinning beams beckon, A landmark taming dark. Known to have a keeper, Who gives the saving spark.

I reach for the sky with a needle of stone, Born from a base, yet I stand all alone. Not quite a tower, but aiming up higher, A peak with a purpose, slim, sharp, and dire. Churches and castles wear me with pride - What am I called when I upwardly rise?

I am begged for by the hunted and lost, Yet paid for dearly, at terrible cost. My doors mean mercy, my walls mean end, I shelter the broken I cannot mend. Called refuge, called cure, called quiet and clean, But screams learn the rhythm of what I mean. You enter for safety, you stay by decree. What frees you from danger confines you to me.

My points are fixed, and yet you find me in constant motion, I wheel and spin in an endless dance, As awe inspiring as your oceans. A teller of time, a spinner of fates, I'll guide you home, or define your traits. By the time you see me, I am years ahead, I gift you gold after my soul has fled.

Some may refer to me as a valley but I think my name sounds sweeter My first letter matches the first of my color and I think that makes me neater