Mithros took the mountain's grandeur
Mother the deadly beauty
The Black God took the peace of endless white
And the numbing of the cold
A home I made from the wilderness
A sword from the biting winter
A ruling-jewel I formed from ice and rock
And bound to the earth
Mountain peeks are my strength
Twist-trunked tree my will
I am the snow blocking passes in winter
And the south wind that clears them
A/N: Yeah, Yeah. A bit obvious, but anything I wrote would be. If I don't get reveiws, anyway, then I won't post the poem after this one, which I have already written. How's that for pressure?
