A lonely mountain sleeps upon a lake of blue,
So peaceful, so serene, undisturbed glistens the dew,
Above the lake, below the gaze of the hill,
Where time lies stagnate, everything is perfectly still,
There is a cave cut into the heart of the rock,
Where lives a woman in a pearl white frock,
She comes out at daybreak to sing her ode,
Of men and monsters and their glory road,
Her song of songs grows over time,
Each of her verses they perfectly rhyme,
The warmth in her gaze it touches your soul,
Her poise, her grace, enamours you whole,
From her song rises the wave and the wind,
Sadness and grief when she sings - rescind,
She saves the world from certain death,
My infusing life through her very breath,
She stands tall and proud like her mountain home,
Patiently she waits inside her thorny dome,
She opens at the close, she ends where life begins,
She cries when you cry, and when you laugh she grins..
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