atop a mountain that my advesary lies
is an untold truth beheld unto my eyes
legends stated what must not be said
the dark cold winter that i first shed
a mysterious science that i cant deal
on search for what is trully real
i lost once along time ago
atop a valley, a hill covered in snow
time
is not my wish
TIME
does not exist
only the mountain that contains my fears
only the mountain so omniprescent but,
not there
i grip what i cant see
to only feel what i cannot be
atop of that mountain burdened with snow
frightened with an ever green glow
orange purple yellow feel my eyes
birght stars collide atop of the snow
from now on i think twice before i take the mountains grasp
because on the mountian is deep truth at last
atop the mountain that grasp
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
real name black prophet