The Mighty Mountain crumbled to the sea

The Mighty Mountain stood tall, proud, alone.
Casting a shadow on what he adored,
Howling wind silencing power he’d blown
A climbers strong arm. Rocks tearing the cord.

The Mighty Mountain cracking under weight.
Splintering. Smashing. Cascading away
Collapsing downwards, this was his fate.
Afraid. His Mightiness started to prey…

The Mighty Mountain crumbled to the sea
Sobbing. Wailing of what would become
of his love. He’d lose his mystic orb, for he
shone from her: constant radiance, the sun.

Staying. Going. Her movement was the same.
Yet, he will always be drowning in shame.