You seek answers but,
you are not ready.
If you need a vision,
you will find it on the
highest mountain.
Past the forest
that blocks you
from the sky.
To a place where
not even birds will fly.
A place of only mist
and shadow.
Not a pillow of moss
to rest your head.
So near to Heaven
yet kissed by the dead.
Sleep will evade you,
hunger will claw,
and the bitter cold
will be your only
friend after all.
Alas you will
hear the Gods on the winds
You will have forgotten
all material things.
And as you reach
from the edge of the earth,
you shall find your re-birth.
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