The Misty Mountain Whispers

The mist of the mountain stilled a stark silence and veiled the presence of a haunting, menacing fate. We heard the whispers of the white ghost and felt the mountain quake. The edges were sharp and fearsome, the going was causing pain. The snowy wind was freezing but we had to face the strain. I turned to see you kneeling and fading in too much pain. I wrapped my arms around you but knew it was in vein. The mist of the mountain sat stilled in frozen awe. Two people who were freezing vanished forever more. Claimed by the call of the white ghost. A dark spirit of the mountain core. The mist of the mountain whispers our doom to the fore