The Scorn, pt.X

Patience, ever so difficult to maintain in troubled times

Proves to retain a fickle and unpredictable consequence

Persistence on scaling the cliffs peering over canyons

Pacifying the anxiety with each foothold secured

Despite the possibility of losing my grasp on life

I am driven to continue this ascension of lunacy

I will succeed in this, I cannot be deterred from my conquest

Piecing together providence of my own design

I persist in spite of the pain and agony

What lies at the top has enraptured my senses

I must know the secrets I feared for so long

Abandoning the despair, renouncing that despot throne

Leaving behind sorrow and forsaken affliction

I place my life on the line just for this one discovery

Determined and unwavering, risking everything

This is my resolve, a perilous crusade

Any mistake will cast me into the valley of death

Stern, the ascent my fixated goal

A journey with no promise of reward

Still, a journey that must be endured

The choice made to take the difficult route

A venture I decided to take the chance

Hungering for the revelation I cannot ignore

Believing this to ultimately be the right path

 I have tired of this vacant cold

To return color to these dying lands

Banishing the scorn infesting this world

Purifying the silent scourge

Tearing down these walls I constructed

Rebuilding an everlasting kingdom

My grand adventure

To hear the calling of birds...