Spirit of the Mountains

We were lost in the mountains blinded by the snow frostbitten to our very core weak and forlorn Lost like a spark in a burning flame or a pebble in the mountain just a small piece of a greater formation We wander through the frost searching for home trying to remember which way to go Then the sky cries in beautiful colors as meteors fly across the starry night and the northern lights trail down from the moon to the cliffs high above our heads as we stare in awe Majestic purple scales like the Milky Way with ice blue horns and powerful, feathered wings that shimmered in gold trim stood a dragon spirit She smiled down at our bewildered crew then roared at the sky above and flapped her massive wings The snowstorm blew aside as if nothing more than a speck of dust a warmth surrounded us while a trail illuminated down the mountainside leading the way to home We bow to the dragon in grace and appreciation and follow the path to our village rejoicing when we arrive safely and kissing our lovers sweetly And high above us the wind chilled and the star showers subsided while the northern lights flickered away calling back the mighty dragon and away she went the spirit of the mountains