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Our Escape From the Mountains and Caves


Our escape from the mountains and caves shall wield the shadows of our journey with a dim and mournful light.

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We were warned by the slogging retreat of the bear; the escape from the mountains and caves, leaving shadows of our making in a proud and mournful beam.

Amid our insolence, murderers pinched the flame. We’ve made our way to the gallows, heads bent, war has given birth to our shame. Onward into another secret, a new shadow, up, up, up. Beckoning our weary and exposed legs the dismal general commands that we pursue the darkness even as our eyes have gone missing.

As we observe the hours travel upon their floating dust and wait upon the sun to signal a wearisome slumber our compasses read ‘turn back’, our hearts taste of home, war calls out to our tumbled cause and whispers ‘victory’.

We hear eternal profit traded for human flesh. Brooding hounds await our arrival upon the crag, their fangs honed in vengeance, backs unwilling to bend.

Our escape from the mountains and caves shall wield the shadows of our journey with a dim and mournful light.

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime
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