Mountain ghost of Earth and sky
solitary, as a cloud, stealthy
in graceful muscled flow,
each icy paw perfectly placed,
silent as falling snow.
Stalking the high realms of ochre and blue,
wandering warrior of the hills, content in solitude.
Elusive, lightning quick on the hunt,
light green eye of dawn,
grey eyes of dusk.
There is fear for devils in the wind,
raw and cold in the outcrops and ravines,
for this supernatural being
of bristling black rosettes,
of Panther´s claw and swift, silent death.
In the eye a heart in rage
at a lonely abode, desolate,
inhabited by shadows, frozen over,
old as the moon stones.
Where ravens shriek omens from up high
amongst jagged tooth peaks that devour the sky,
and a heart of flint and savage eye,
that roves the mountain range,
without mercy, leopard of the snow,
fiercely rampant, wild and untamed.