No Man’s Land

On the mysterious yonder majestic monstrous mountains
An eerie solaced silence casts saddening mourns
A rugged weather-beaten wilderness o’er landscape forlorns
Cutting edge, razor sharpness of the death defying precipice
An abyssal, bottomless depth of deep seated snow
An unpredictability of a tumbling avalanche accumulating on the bulk below
A white-washed sillouette collasal vision, a backdrop of everlasting blight
Atmospherically delightful yet no man’s land awaits his plight

Wintersun shines on slivers of silvery exquisite icicles dangling down from Douglas fir
A tempestous, wailing, whiney weardness shedding tears from the wind whisperer
Oh hasten ye to these forbidden mountains
Cast your eagerness upon its sights
Embrace & trance in spiritual solitude
A pure heavenly metaphysical delight