The Gods of the Mountain

another reletively uninspired poem. a little rough around the edges but i like it

The Gods of the mountain see all there is to see
every ocean, every city, every person, every tree
they live in a temple high atop the summit
if you feel cocky, they dare you, cometh
If you can scale the cliffs, all the while
dodging falling rocks for many miles
volcanic ash building at your feet;
the gods of the mountain, you may see.
And if you manage to enter the halls
of the ancient giants, proud and tall
then the gods may grant you audience
and you may be spared, should you be blessed with providence.
Many have entered, few have left
The gods seem to lack true gentleness
they smite you and then they burn your blood
they send hurricanes and typhoons and tremors and floods.
But if all this you think you can bare,
then scale the mountain, if you dare,
but you will never truly be free
for the gods of the mountain see all there is to see.