A Stranger's Quest

Placed at the foot of the mountain Thunderclaps and lightnings Treasures buried in the zenith A journey no man doth dare One foot forwards, three feet back Raging winds and biting frost Coated in the smut of the snowy beasts Bathed in the blood of conquests lost Still he places each step forward Relentless. Tenacious. Dexterous Foot planted like the oak tree Majestic in the dust of the enemy With each step, he moves forward Balls like steel, he refuses to yield Drained of the blood of his humanity Filled instead, with the guts of a billion men. Still he moves. Each step forward. Thunders like the neighs of a million horses Cut with the edges of jagged winds Covered in an avalanche of ice. Yet he moves. Courageously. Crawling like the desperate viper Each step now like a plea to the heavens Groans like a woman in labour But he moves nevertheless A shock to the distant stars Making the sun shine in cheer And the sky to dance in tears Till he reaches the top. One hand placed on the treasure. A man, unknown, reaches the zenith. Relentless. Tenacious. Victorious.