Majestic Mountain

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Majestic Mountain

By: Noel N. Villarosa
July 15, 2015

You break through the sky

Like a spear aiming high
How will I stand on your tip?
My crampon thorn piercing to grip

Into the edge of rocks, I think of a steppe

I’ll hold a drop of sweat for each step  
Limiting another drop of precarious scree
Into the slope, in a hanging spree

I dreamed of climbing you, my final goal

Where the unpleasant term always roll
Covered with snow and cruel freezing
I will stand in your shared ridge for seizing

Your slope is my way to reach your top

Gentler as I could, I’ll be wise not to flop
In your face of a cliff-like slope, tragedy may befall
To die among others who have defied your murderous wall

I’ll go between your valley points

With a river running at its base, nothing to appoint
Glaciers pushing through rocks breaking to aggrieve
Forming valley shape you won’t believe

A quick peak looking down over the cliff’s edge

Suggesting viewing a timeless piece of art on the ledge
The peak and ground, I have conquered
As a sigh of relief, fear is completely devoured

Though still young that lived a few million years ago

I won’t wait for old age to take you
As bits and pieces of your body fall off
Mainly due to the work of man and weather face-off

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