Secluded Mountain 16

I stand atop this mountain, many souls in sight

I try to converse at the fountain, they vanish into the light

Crowded with loneliness and filled with mistrust 

I begin to accept it now, empty with dust

Stranded in the desert, tempted with fruit 

What could go wrong if it fell into my boot?

With luck a ghostly King swooped in and gifted strength

Surrounded by doubt and overcome with fear

I accepted his strength and temptations soon sank

I'm back on the mountain with a wonderful tone, 

I look to my left and then to my right, alone on the mountain no one in sight

A happily secluded mountain all to my own.







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