Mystical Mountains
This peaceful place is where two worlds entwine,
Each rocky crag a simple hallowed shrine.
So high above the seas amid the clouds,
With gentle misty spirals as white shrouds.
Old mountain peaks from molten earth below
As the sun sets begin to burn and glow,
Until the lady’s kiss of silver light,
Reveals their beauty unto the dark of night.
‘Tis here I sit to hear a goddess speak,
In magic words of destiny’s mystique.
Form: Sonnetina Due
Copyright © Jemmy Farmer | Year Posted 2012
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