The Fight

Clouds embrace the stale night,

whilst all around a frigid sight,

lingers with perpetual might.

 

Emblazoned by an eerie light

bodies cold and tired fight,

With hammers, forks, and sticks tonight,

for an eager task that hath been chose.

 

The mountain parts

For those so brave

Endure and work without regard

At the trial their master gave

 

Granite is shattered, dirt displaced

A cavern is carved

A future laced.

 

I stare into your tolerant eyes

As your body works through such neglect,

And wonder with complete surprise

Why such truth you don’t reject.

 

Clouds embrace the stale night,

Whilst all around a frigid sight,

Lingers with perpetual might.

 

Perched atop my solitude,

And never mind the hurried time,

For all I know is waste,

And everyone is mine.

 

And as I stroll and nevermind,

My eye catches your smile, sweet, soft, sublime.

 

Atop my mighty altar experience is my guide,

The future is yesterday, and so it is

That I ground myself, denied my flight

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