What Lies Below
I climbed the mountain,
I scaled her bobbing hills,
Bouncing glibly from rock to rock,
Up and over her sinuous curves,
Dancing along those well-worn tracks.
Twisting and curling,
They wind back upon themselves,
Then back again,
Lifting me to the heavens.
Perched atop her pointed peak,
A boulder for my throne,
Clouds part like the sea,
And like God peering down on Eden,
A boundless kingdom unfolds before my eyes.
Broadly brushed with blues and greens,
Punctuated only by dismal dots of brown and gray.
Beauty so bold, but those bleak beads betray,
The grisly face that lurks beneath.