The Misty Mountain
Of the southern peaks
Appears most eerie and
Mysterious compared
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
Mist.
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
Its peaks.
The dead spirits of the mountain are the creators
Of vengeance and evil, as the solemn and dark
Mist begins to hang over the
Misty Mountain.
very intense and interesting look at dusk, i personally love the feel of the shadows that descend upon the word as the sun melts below the horizon its the time when all life on earth turns black and the stars where life originated shines brighter than our life on earth, cheers to twilight
I live upon a misty mountain, I hope they do not find me. Magic writing
A nicely penned poem from mountaineering experience. It is an expression of sincere feelings. Loved reading it. Keep it up. CP
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Out of all of your poems, this one was my favorite. Such imagery, although the third verse is a tad shaky, it is great that you are this adept at such a young age. You are indeed a poet on the road to greatness.