Ascension

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