9
May
A glow sank down in the northern sky
framed in light, pure and dry
A silhouette of ancient form
standing there, before the dawn
It called and beckoned and made me know
That to the peak I must go
And so I strode far past my door
hunting now, for evermore
I looked and dug and searched a while
And with long years, I did compile
A guide, a map, a way out to there
That place beyond lost in the glare
I strove and struggled and tried my best
But when I lay unto my rest
I still reached for my ending goal
And down I sank, not quite whole
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