Doleo- the Mountain

I carry in the winter dreary,

Tho the storm may toss

My withered being.

I fall in movement with the snowbanks

A steep price for all I lost

But alas the wind

Shall beat forever more

Against my harrowed soul

They the devils delight in misery 

And I delve deeper into the cold

I cursed the towering mountains 

Children of a stony empire

That mocked the depressed valleys 

And locked secrets of the earth away

But in the quiet hours, I reasoned

Their beauty was unsurpassed 

In each and every season,

Their grandeur would always last

For though they tower

In might and fear

In their majesty 

They bring all foreign near

There in their faded glory

Forever in their beauty lie

In sweet submissive slumber

Of nature's quiet lullaby