Disclaimer: Nothing from Teen Titans is mine
The shortest of these poems... done in semi-free verse, but it has a certain structure to it.
High, high in the mountains, reaching toward the deep, blue sky,
Atop the world, the summit's reach, she stands, feeling as if she flies -
Beneath, the world spreads out - a panoramic view,
Breathtaking, glorious, the whole land spreads out before her -
Below, in the grassy plain, with patches of trees, a river cuts through,
The wind blows calmly through the leaves of the conifers.
Everything seen at once, the entire landscape -
With all its varied features and contours,
Where the valleys cut the mountains agape,
And on the lakeshore, the grass flows in the moors.
High, high above everything, the wind blows smoothly in her hair.
Here, everything feels so free, away from the troubled world -
It's all so far away, and here, everything seems so fair;
For once, up here, she feels at peace, so tranquil;
Up here, above everything else, up so high,
Where everything can be caught in the gaze of her violet eyes.
It's strange - she normally feels forsaken in the pits of hell,
Where there's naught but suffering, where demons dwell;
So it's weird, that she's here, atop the mountain peak,
Away from her normal life - her life so bleak.
Strange, that she's risen from hell, but then again,
She's had the help of all her friends -
She's not alone, that she knows -
Not here, caught up in devotion's throes.
She's only escaped from hell's death hole,
Because she has such a devoted friend;
He stands beside her, never faltering, he's half her soul,
He's always there to support her, he's always there to help her wounds mend.
It's only because of him that she can be here, to witness this glorious view;
There's no words that can express her gratitude.
And so it's silent, as they hold hands, together atop the mountain peak.