The Mountain is Alive
A Fate of Fire Poem
Journey beyond rationality;
beyond the fog veil and grey cliffs
to a cave at the peak of the world.
Walk with clammy hands upon its rotting walls
feel the wet cries of generations past,
and thrum in time with the steady heartbeat
of the slumbering beast.
Beneath the looming dark and stagnant stone
lies the rhythm of creation;
a hollow ticking clock with sleeping teeth,
and prickling feathers ready to unleash
nature's fury.
Beware: the mountain is alive;
every rumble, shift, and sigh is life
knocking down the roots of temporary oblivion.
About the Creator
Amanda Starks
Fantasy writer, poet, and hopefully soon-to-be novelist who wants to create safe spaces to talk about mental health. Subscribe to my free newsletter at www.amandastarks.com for updates!
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another incredible piece. You sure know how to make a fella's job difficult, don't you, Amanda! haha. Loved this and glad you shared it as a submission for the book. You're so great at building tension, backstory and your descriptions are fire.
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