Whispers of the Starlit Crag

Beneath the sweep of a velvet sky,
Where constellations softly lie,
The cragged peaks, so cold, so bold,
Speak secrets forged in ages old.

A breath of mist clings to their face,
A phantom veil, a fleeting grace,
While shadows stretch and stars alight,
Guardians of the endless night.

The wind hums low, a spectral song,
Through jagged spires it weaves along,
A hymn of time, of stone and lore,
Echoes lost on an ancient shore.

Oh, mountains dark, with frost agleam,
Do you cradle gods, or merely dream?
For in your stillness, vast and deep,
A timeless wisdom seems to sleep.