Mountain mists
The swirling mountain mists enshroud the quiet majesty
Enclosing all the trails and joy of pomp and pageantry
The solemn vows are hidden 'neath the cap of each dewdrop
The pinnacle revealed in light as mist departs the top
The rumble of the mountain can be heard both far and wide
The pain of rocky remnants tumble down the mountainside
The tumble scatters risks down on the trails on which we ride
No shelter can be taken with no place in which to hide
The mist in mountain's shadow cloaks the rumbles deep inside
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