i.
What a heavenly
sun
And a glorious day
-
A dream ending fast.
Struck we stood,
On baking rocks,
Wishing the glory’d last,
But as the darking
sun
Sinks in gold,
The air deceives and spoils.
The shadow creeps,
With electric wind
And the lonely mountain boils.
ii.
In the stars it
was writ
That we would be
caught
On a torn black-washed night -
Dark as the verses
Sung from hell
And punctuated by light.
The four winds
hounding
And bounding the
rocks
That hiss at the wet and cold.
The ritual trees
Bow to the dark,
Leaves lost and souls sold.
Too steep to run
With no place to
hide
And time stands watching our pain.
The satanic air
roars
As the clouds spit
out
Unseely daggers of
rain.
No end in sight,
No patch of calm,
The unseen storm spins on.
A night so long,
So violent and
dark,
The memory of day is
gone.
iii.
To a hellish pitch
A demon wind vomited
ice in my
heart.
To an elemental
peak
The storm threw
out
To tear the mountain apart;
And died in its
trying,
to a whisper.
We watched the new lighting skies -
The eternal east,
Her promise of
calm
And the still sun in our eyes.
Copyright © Jason
Horsler
28/06/94 - This poem is based on the classical music
piece of the same name by Mussorgsky and J.R.R. Tolkien’s ‘The Hobbit’.
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