The Hulder - Poem by James Tipp
The majesty of the mountain draws us ever upward
The scenes of waterfalls, granite faces, snow clad peaks.
As meter by meter we ascend, cascading water falls in abundance.
Tunnels dug long ago, plunging into darkness, then startling light
We reach the snow line, chilled air, ears popping we climb
The water fall immense thunders past plunger ever down.
Soon music is heard, revealing the Hulder singing their mystical song.
We are transfixed by the moment, as they dance, appearing and disappearing.
We are pulled into the mystery of the mountain, spellbound, in time.
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