Blocked Ascent Poem by Boston Kelley

There I was walking through the green
meadows, strolling peacefully along.
Suddenly, I saw a mountain range in the
distance; one mountain stood taller than
the others, with a dot of bright light at its peak.
Eager to reach it, I quickened my pace, desiring
to grasp that light.
As I neared the mountain's summit, a gigantic hand
emerged from the ground.
A long arm followed it, and soon, the body of a
giant came from the ground.
It tilted its head down, grinning at me.
As I was paralyzed with fear and uncertainty,
my blood ran cold and my muscles stiffened.
The giant reached out a hand to grab me and I dashed
toward the left, eager to escape him and make the
climb, but his foot stomped in my way.
I sprinted toward the right, but his foot stopped me there
as well.
He reached down with both hands and I ran through the space between his legs toward the summit.
Desperate to flee from him, I climbed with all
my effort, putting considerable distance between
me and him.
However, as I crossed half the mountain's height,
his hand grabbed my foot.
I gripped the rock as hard as I could, digging my
fingertips into any crevice.
My strength was not enough to resist his pull,
so I let go of the rock.
Letting me stand on his hand, he said, with a charm
in his voice, 'Come with me, and you will find greater pleasure.'
Allured by his voice and promise, I cheerfully accepted.
He took me to a marshy land with rotting plants and thick, foul-smelling water, setting me down.
Realizing I had been tricked and forgotten the brilliant light at the mountain's peak, I fell to my knees, weeping
and heaving sighs.
I turned from the marsh and ran back toward the mountain,
knowing the light was better than the marsh.