The Final Descent
THE FINAL DESCENT
A burning ache, within his soul, one mountain more to climb,
Yet those beloved Fells and Tors, now left so far behind.
So distant, both in time and space, another world away,
But still could sit, with eyes tight closed, and see them every day.
So many peaks, had clambered o'er, and sat above the clouds,
Disdaining all too simple trails, well haunted by the crowds.
By silent mountain tarns, had rested, Spirits there, to meet,
With offerings, of silver, herbs, the Faerie folk, to greet.
On ridges narrow, dared to tread, to ...