The Mountain

Jul 04, 2024

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A poem by by AlexanderVonFrankentrost

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Ascend the mountain, my son
Lift your eyes to who you are meant to become
Gird yourself with strength and cast off your dread
Pray to the Father for guidance on what lies ahead
Receive the ancestral gifts of sword, spear, and shield
Your path requires a spirit that will not yield

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