Poem – Mountain King

Mountain shadows swallow the valley.

A single path cuts through dense and overgrown vegetation beneath the ancient forest and persistent shining moon.

Millions of years have passed unnoticed to the solitary figure walking alone down this path.

He has not rested, has has not slept.

He has met no other being.

He is the mountain king.

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