A Demon’s Strength

Looking down from those snowcapped peaks,
Treading along those forgotten blue streaks,
Standing in freezing water, like stoic greeks,
Bearing all the freezing wind, for what my heart seeks.

Those choppy currents with their sweeping force,
Battling along to change my deadly course,
In the mast breaking storm, right at its source,
So that face you when I shall, show no remorse.

These frightening forests,
Full of dark deep ghost.

Those frightening plummets,
From atop these glacial summits.

Those whistling gusts,
cutting hard into earth’s crust.

Only serve to console me,
That I shall soon be close to thee.

Thee for whom

Ever demon shall I face,
Every summit I shall chase,
Every abyss I shall dive,
and every shadow I shall pry.

For she,

Turns my ghosts scared
And every summit, with ease fade.
Helps me take the winds blade,
and keeps guiding me home safe