The Obsidian Obelisk

A towering obsidian prism blocked my perimeter march—a heavy glass bottle of dark liquid, crowned with a faceted metallic cap! Such an imposing tower could not stand uninspected. Planting my boots firmly into the polished oak grain, I closed both gauntlets around the smooth glass flank and shoved with regal fury! The heavy decanter lurched across the wood with a deep, resonant rumble, scraping two inches before halting beside an open mail tray. From within, rich amber depths sloshed in violent submission! Another monument yielding before my unyielding stride.