Grenspel’s Rune

I see tall pinnacles; I see the snow;

I see stone faces that so long ago

and after pride was razed

fell into sleep. The mountain roads

all seem to wait. The traveler surveys

these faces brooding, what the winter bodes,

the granite stillness of those icy cliffs

and searches for stone dreaming in those glyphs.

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