#mountainking
Toes gliding on, the path pebble paved,
a step high, a step low, goes our way twirling-twisting,
towards great towers, and castles carved in caves,
wind whispers a tune, like a clarinet's whistling,
they stand in the surround, around a hall.
Chandeliers floating low, ceilings high and tall,
and beneath, a checkered floor sweeping wide,
in there, arrives the Mountain King,
drums stampede for him and trumpets sing,
bows a council of hills, on his either side.
Lords and ladies before him, sway n' swirl,
while the melody is swelling in distant shrill,
as feet stride past the tiles, tunes rise and twirl,
marble shatters, carpets tear and the Hall speaks,
it bends, creaks, shivers and squeaks,
of crashing notes and collapsing trill.
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 7:06 AM UTC