A monologue based on Steven Kings
The Dark Tower
By Xen Yakodo
Death, what is death? For me, death is a curse that I have lived with ever since I started my work as a gunslinger, ever since my first and only love Susan was burnt on the stake so I could escape. Yes, I am a gunslinger and anyone who gets in between me and the Dark Tower encounters the death that I deal for a living, but its not only my enemies I bring death to, throughout this quest I have had my ka-tets 2 of them, each ever-growing and ever-shrinking, but with each time they shrink more than they grow, until finally I am left alone again.
Why do I have to be so damned dangerous, all of my friends, from Cuthbert, Alain and Jamie, my fellow gunslingers in the long-ago, to Eddie, Susannah, Jake and even Oy, my friends that brought my heart back into me and made me whole again do it please ya, they all died in order to save my life and the words on all of their lips while they committed their last dying breathes, have always been Roland, may you reach the Dark Tower and may you find what you dream of in the room at the top, even Oy, the pet of whom I call my only son who could almost talk, said my name and released that great sigh, the sigh of someone who knows that it will be their last sigh. So I let poor Patrick leave my presence and go back to mid-world to live his life, before my curse could take my last friend, as well.
I may or may not reach the tower, let alone breach its walls and raise to the top, but even now I realise that if and when I do complete my quest, when I am stood, unhindered in the great fields of Can Ka No-Rey, looking up at the ancient ghost-wood doors, when I enter and walk up the stairs to the top, I know, I will be walking, as I began, alone.