~ A Morbid Rebirth ~

You climb,
The mountain cold.
You see the stars closing in,
The moon shining in.
The mountain, haunted
by ghosts who feed the hunger
Of gods underneath.

You hear the icicles falling
Under the cave beneath,
Frozen, Frozen they fall,
Breaking glasses overhead
And the memories fade
Into the night.

You reach the peak,
And weep at your morbid self,
Stars dont fall anymore,
You drop a thousand miles
Deep into the fall,
Can you remember the demons then?

Hours fly into the sky
As the icicles fall!

You are reborn!