TIGHT TETHER ON A NECK

In the nimblest mountain I will find the stairway down inside the temple, that holds whole parts of your soul, while the remaining air turns freezing I still won’t feel the cold breath out of my spoken mouth that bounded me to find you

Is it not either destiny or a path given by the greater beings, nor a promise I’m hoping to see fulfilled, nor a treasure that keeps a universe where I can fit inside, nor a time that I want to keep forever in my mind

I have freely chosen to look after those slightly soft pink lips that seems to be made of Ragnarok’s glowing core, waving inside the hidden a tooth sea I ache to see Jörmungand’s tongue resembling how you swallow my eyesight when you open your watery gates

Sentiments without tangible worth travel all the way in our flesh, I’ve found that telling you it’s not enough, that’s why choice it’s the first tether between our worlds

In the Tempest Keep they told me I could find answers to what kind of beast you could be, myths that have been traveling from trolls ears and orcs tongues lead me to an old wizard tavern, he only spoke in riddles and prophecy

He sang and he drunk while I stayed to gather wisdom
“In the sunny valley where the desert hides its sun, a cloudy palette sky will behold the nearest lair of your beloved beast”