The Misty Mountain
Of the southern peaks
Appears most eerie and
To its neighbouring peaks
Towards the north.
For when the evening dust
Begins to appear, no creature
Or soul dare not linger about the mountain,
As the solemn and the dark mist begins to
Hang over the mountain's summit.
The spirits of dead climbers,
Who have fallen to their death
Come forth from the darkening
A creature dare not make
A sound, for they
Will be Engulfed into the
Solemn mist, and be morphed into
A dead spirit themselves.
Lightening may sometimes strike
Upon the dead spirits
Causing them to scream and wail
With rage, as the mountain begins to
Form dark and evil shadows among
The dead spirits of the mountain are the creators
Of vengeance and evil, as the solemn and dark
Mist begins to hang over the
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