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Climbing a foreboding mountain,

hearing it's deafening song

whispering trees and mysteries

creatures in the dark watch on.

Orestes at one hand urging "Be strong!"

Minerva at the other, singing her song,

in one hand a long staff keeps my pace,

on the other a falcon sits, my eyes in this race.

Moving through forests like a maze,

it feels as though we've been at it for days,

it's been just a moment,

although lasting it will pass,

like it came in as thunder crashing.

I tell myself one thing, strength to go on,

that, in this mountain forest, the peak lay just beyond.