The shaking hands
For a long time it seems
Exhausted I continue my ascent
The reason for this decision?
No doubt a question mark
Gripping the icy stone
And out of sheer will
I can still climb
Perhaps also driven by rage
Caused by damage
That you left in your wake
So looking up
Comes the end of my perilous journey
I feel the knot loosen
Alone at the top
no longer nervous
I feel like a God, a luminous being
I then look seriously
While remaining silent
Below the marvelous landscape
Captivated by the panorama
In my heart, cold is the magma
In the distance, I finally hear the ocarina