The curious mountain stares down at me,
and hairs stand up on the back of my neck.
Its footsteps wake the ground beneath my feet.
In a fearful sweat, I pray "For the love
of all that is good, let me triumph, God."
The monster quakes as I ready my blade.
Her voice was soft, yet wounding as a blade.
"If the world should turn its back on me,
would you still save me dear? Even if God
would not?" She asked me as she kissed my neck
under the willow where we swore our love.
"Of course." I said. She smiled, and stretched her feet.
The beast roars as I climb up towards its neck.
Its rocky hide is coarse with rough fur, blade-
like, yet simple to grasp with a thick glove.
My horse, with frightful cries, reassures me.
I glance down. He is far below my feet,
desperately fleeing the indignant god.
A band of five came, in the name of God.
Our door shattered under their plated feet
I moved to stop them, but aimed at my neck
was the lead inquisitor's unsheathed blade
"The woman is a witch." They said to me
"An agent of sin is the one you love."
I stand atop the beast's zenith. I love
the view offered from the towering god's
crown, but I cannot stop. It moans at me,
perhaps sensing its own death in defeat.
In one powerful, fatal strike my blade
pierces through the rocky skin of its neck.
The blood had not even dried from her neck
when I stole the corpse of the one I love.
With her I fled the world of men, my blade
in hand, to the lands of forgotten gods.
I would perform the unspeakable feat.
To resurrect her, those gods could have me.
I awake again in the temple of the false gods. I rise to my feet, and rub my sore neck.
The idols show me to her still lifeless body, and assure me my love will return to me soon.
I hear the voices of the colossi my blade has slain, whispering to me "O warrior, why have you killed us?"