Meaning Of Your Prize

Meaning Of Your Prize







I feel the wind blowing through my hair.

It seems it becomes a little stronger

as I climb up, now well within the clouds.



This is where you said to meet,

above the clouds.

So I am here.

I have faced many a fear

to pull myself up to this level.



The skeletons on the ground,

though they were scary enough,

it did not take much to bring them down.

A mighty swing with my sword

and in time I had cut down the entire horde.



But then there were the giants

and before them I felt small.

How could I defeat just one of them

not to mention all?

For a while one had hold of me

and his was a very strong embrace.

I yelled at him to go ahead

and have himself a taste!

And as he brought me then to his mouth

again my trusty sword was true.

The blade sank deep the roof of his mouth

destroying him was then I knew.....



these ways of magic I will not understand.



You still were not done testing me,

having me test myself.

You had me meet many wizards

and put all logic on a shelf.

And if I failed it was only because

I failed from inside.

This was the hardest test you set for me.

For many years I cried.



--msl2024