The Mountains Will Move For Us

To chart the land,  

Strong enough to survive,

To overcome beasts,  

And watch them writhe.

 

Look, how the eagle falls, 

Every last feather pluck 

From it’s molten body,  

Abandoned by Lady Luck.  

 

Take, take, take,   

‘I am temporary’, it will say.  

A wonderful feeling, they presume,  

How did we let it get this way?  

 

Writing prompt: Savage

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