Pass The Test Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

Sitting on mountain tops,
I can hear the snow drops.
The first storms free falling from the sky.
Before it was desert dry.
The cold crawled in through my skin.
I knew one day that this would begin.
I just hoped that it wasn't soon as a boy.
The wind screamed past and I tried to be coy.
I stood on my shaky feet.
It seemed as if some of this snow was sleet,
but I overcame this during the darkness of the night.
When it got worse I could only stand and fight.
The demons of the past are like cruel winter catalysts
that can consume you like a beautiful temptress.
I can hear the sirens song
and I just keep moving along
until it reaches its climax.
I'm a winter mountain seen clearly on IMAX
with a fortified Bavarian castle at the peak,
but even castle walls can become weak.
No matter what I will persevere.
Even when the difficulties get most severe.
Mount Everest I am coming for you,
because you are the hardest thing to do.
I am my own Mount Everest,
I will climb to it's highest peak without rest.
Then I will know that I have passed the test.