Falling through clouds, untethered from new heights,
wind and brilliant song rush past my ears.
Oops - no paraglider yet, going down.

Falling again through a creature of ice;
sounds of Dragon Roost urge on joyful cheers.
Dungeons still missed and yet fun still abounds.

Falling fast now, island high in the clouds;
fire, ice, and lightning - three heads do appear;
arrows, eyeballs, one spring - I take his crown.

Falling one last time, falling, beneath
the ground.