Probably not as funny as I think I am
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bone-strewn lonely place collecting souls like seashells, wanting company.
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
lament what was not stories, never yours, passed down in blood-soaked rock song.
eerie siren song ancient, coaxing, will-o’-wisp, keep your wits about.
Hiding ancient beasts, Magic lost, forgotten lore, Safe in the mountains.
Mourn times long since lost. Forlorn fiddle melody Trapped in stone. A gift.
Thousand ways to die. Freezing, falling, starvation- Still, you come to me?
one misstep, tumbles free-fall, wind-ripping, fear-scream lone bird with no wings.
Kingdoms rise and fall. Long-past wars waged, lost and won: I the sole constant.
Star-kissed summit, breathe Your secrets to me; speak of The birth of the world.
Forests grand and grim Form mazes on the mountains. Death is waiting here.
Those who do not look See only barren wasteland. Goats and gods mock them.
Listen so you hear The wind sings for the summit, Songs of life below.
