I see the mountains of Rah
their golden summits and crooked spires,
their turncoat madness.
They scream for liberty and explode atomic waste.
Behind their static claws, clouds combine,
red and white, impure and divine,
they sail the lonesome sky.
These mountains stand guard.
They are the final defense
against those who would devour justice.
I see their beauty; their illuminated bodies
dance along the valiant edge
and shed a hangman’s smile for oblivion.
Great poem! Beautiful imagery
Posted By: Anon