Mist On the Mountain

There is mist on the mountain No one can see beyond And it leaves travelers lost, Unforgotten and unfound, Until they are already dead Scaring the next lost soul Who haunts the cave Where the Dragon slept And mushrooms pop out of nowhere. There is sunshine upon the river Blinding every passerby, Who hears the rushing waters And hopes for a refreshing drink, Until they learn there is no such thing, Just the mind playing tricks, For the water dried up long ago And fish have since become dust. There is wind in the meadow None have ever escaped, Waving victim’s bodies through the air As it begins to blow in and out the bones, Creating eerie howling music That draws ill-fated ones Out of their dens, Out to meet their doom. There are shadows in the valley Creeping slowly over the hills, Devouring sheep like the fury of wolves And chickens like a starving fox; It covers the village in darkness Making shepherds flee their homes And run for cover in the church, Searching for Heaven’s answer to their pain.