On a hillock I reside, removed from all inhabitation.
Steps hewn into granite lead you to me.
Your breath is tested, your feet calloused, as you strive to reach me.
I wait patiently, watching over you, from the innermost recesses of my sanctum sanctorum.
My vision pierces clear even through layers of fragrant sandalwood paste, lovingly smeared to appease me.
Appeased am I, indeed, for my love for you transcends everything, even my fury.
My claws receded and roar subsided, a long while ago.
I chose to be tame, putty in your hands.
Love overpowering is what you crave.
I am enamoured by your display of deep devotion.
Come to me.
The path is steep.
The road is lonely.
I shall watch over your every step.
For I am truly enamoured.
For you belong to me.