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So much mystery surrounds the legend...many seekers and still no answers.... |
| Superstition Mountains Ancient sentinels of the Sonora stone guardians of cursed ore arid desert winds carry enticing whispers that fan the flames of the fever Few are the precious secrets you reveal many a bleached skeleton litters your sere landscape still the fever courses through human veins while the prospectors search for the wealth in yours The River Peoples fear your mountains Native warriors are your faithful protectors the Jesuit and Conquistadors drew some golden blood until grisly Death frightened them away Mystery, Legend, Superstition they shroud your jagged peaks protecting the secrets within still those hot desert winds blow those seductive whispers... "Find the Gold." 17 Lines |