It began as a narrow path,
some miles back,
where I got on.
Dirt was all it was, this road.
...
A surge is welling up inside me,
I feel a fire,
and it burns.
...
A rock rises in the grasslands,
a beast stands upon it.
A grumble rises from his belly,
a roar escapes his throat.
...
The King Star sits, there above all.
In the center of everything, he gives light to darkness.
Upon His touch, shadows are stalled.
Even the great Lochness
...
There He sits on his stool,
easel and canvas sit in front of Him,
what will He paint?
...
At last we see the mountain,
we have been wandering here for days.
The woods are an unforgiving place,
when darkness begins to fall.
...
The water roars downstream,
a warning, of sorts, of things to come.
A vessel rounds a rock,
...
Standing outside the door,
the hero hears the sound of a monstrous creature taking massive breaths.
But he,
in white robes,
...