the skies closed and our rations ran out
we looked up to the mount
warm streams ran out of it's summit
like transparent blood
we were lost to the elements
ragged and struggling to navigatethe rockfaces
The wind leapt into motion our atrocity
The childish attempt at grandeur
it turned us back and we were forced to return
base camp was gardens and ancient archways
We were locked out of castle grounds
blue sunset cold and intimidating
dancing between the clouds
mocking our presence
Closing the gates
closing the sky
stitching it all up
leaving us as lepers at the steel bars|
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