OK, I have got to stop this last-minute thing! I mean, poetry is great, but rushing it usually isn't so hot. Still, a wannabe poet has to do what a wannabe poet has to do...time to get to some verse!!!
Heavy skies showed the way before me,
a horizon of light in the darkness,
shadows playing catch with lighting.
Mountains lit like sentries,
standing guard against the storm,
a safe haven for some,
treacherous ground for others.
How many fear to travel the high mountain,
to meet the sky where it reaches down to touch the earth?
Who will dare?
Perhaps one day, I will.
But not today.
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