The Scepter Of Might
I ran with the wind
Northward, the perpetual ice
I found a valley
A massive gash
Seagulls guided me from the sky
Then I met the ice
Then I found the sea
A storm arose from the deep waves
A secret of the scepter of might
Ancient Gods now etched through me
The trail went into the ice
Deeply towards it's frozen core
There it stood, forever unmoving
Followed a crack and the flowing water
Down towards the blue I wandered
The ice in my veins, for ten days
There was a cave, a ghostly chamber
In the middle of the cave he stood
Which the deep has conjured from the light of stars
The mighty warrior of the void
From his frozen hand I ate
A spear from an endless place
A cry, a rumble from the blade of the spear
The spire of might with a row of stars
Thousands of steps towards the the surface
From the depths I once again arose
Now the grin of my snout will not be extinguished
A battle now beckons, soon all will be finished.