The Mountain

The mountain

Volcanic rock

Rendered blood red

In the sunset

Crowned with trees

A spiky hair

Of evergreen

Shadowy darkness

Behind jutting ledges

Long and thin

And sharp as a knife

Uneven cliffs

A bumpy surface

Upon which I see

A face

With a gruesome grimace

Carved from

The scarlet stone

The trees

Push in

From the sides

Yet the mountain

Is unyielding

And lonlely

Under the sun's last rays

The End

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