He stares silently up,
At starlit sky.
Taking in the twilight and arctic cold.
He looks past,
The king crowned lake.

Over the mountain range.
The Moon peaks above it.
Letting its power be known.
It sways the king crowned lake.

The Stranger in awe,
At the power and beauty.
The moon rose ever higher.
Dwarfing over the stars.

A tingling feeling swept over him.
A eerie blue light encompassed him.
He began to rise towards the moon
He floated above the king crowned lake.

Fright and the dreaded,
Feeling of heights
Were the initial feeling.
Now freedom swallowed each.

Was the Moon showing its true power?
Was the Moon giving him freedom?
Was the Moon guiding him?
Was he merely just dreaming?

He's body began to rotate.
To the south of the king crowned lake,
Another light shined brightly, on the Door.
A smile etched onto his face.

His freedom.
His mission.