The Mountain

The Mountain

Lost in a world of dark gray and white,
Encompassed by it as if by the night,

Rain roaring past and wind rushing by,
Only the rocks to part earth and sky,

Icy cold rain, stinging my face,
Mists rolling by in their eerie white race,

Fog closing in, nothingness holding,
The human, the elements,
the mountain they’re molding.

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