Mountains
I see the mountains
in the distance;
still, quiet figures
guarding the horizon
in jagged lines
that stretch for miles
past my vision.
Broken earth cries
under my feet
as I step forward,
warning me of the
dangers that hide
in the cracks and
crevices of the
mountainside.
But I continue on
toward the army
that looms before me.
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