Looking down from these snow capped peaks
Treading along those forgotten streaks.
Standing in these freezing waters akin to stoic greeks,
Bearing the freezing wind, for what the heart seeks.
These turbulent seas with sweeping breeze,
Battling against its murderous squeeze,
through the storm, right across the source,
So that, face you when I shall, show no remorse.
Those frightening forests
filled with dark deep ghosts,
Those alarming plummets
from atop the glacial summits.
Those whistling gusts,
Cutting down into earth’s crust.
Only help console me
that I am another step closer to thee
Longing for her,
Every demon I shall face
Every summit I shall surmount
Every abyss I shall dive
and every crevice I shall explore
For she,
Turns the ghosts scared,
and the summits fade.
keeps me from suffering the winds blade.
guiding me home to her safe.
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