King Under The Mountain

The rubble of Ruination piled as High as My Crown

From many Lives Attempted…

Its Summit Far

I press on to the Wintery Peaks of tomorrows Climb

With the Sun in My Eyes

On the morrow I will be grateful for its Warmth

Even though I am blinded from the Future

Neither Compass nor Ropes, My Ascension Slow

Deep drifts and wind blown Snow covers My Retreat

For that I am Ever Thankful…

I will not Return nor Visit the Past

Honor is my Motivation

For as long as My Spirit is Tireless

I will Remain……

King Under The Mountain



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