the birth of this mountain
so high seemingly nigh
has always been uncertain
wars on its foothills,floods on its shadows
and many forgotten days went by
but the lone mountain stood
like a shade when it eclipsed the sun
stood like a watchtower for the woods
waiting for the river herald on its run
on nights of the aurora
cold winds await
the seraphims praise
to circle its peak with a magical spell
but the lone mountain stood
awaiting its fate to come
on a rainy day this giant faltered
to the last drop of rain it crumbled
weathered by a storm
it still bore the lashing of waves below
and the whipping by cold winds above
and screeches of eagles losing their nests
ere to the storm the day of its fall was born
millions or raindrops melted its icy exterior
drooped its pinnacle
when soon the mount began to appear bent
whip after whip of wind and rain
at dawn when the sun awoke
to its pity found a weathered hill
and a stray drop found its way into the creak that went down the heart of this hill
that as it passed caused the rocks to give way
and this is how the mountain crumbled
