The misty mountain cannot hide,
The wonderful feeling that dwells inside.
Though the shadows seep down deep,
Not a single one will sleep.
The magical island in the sky,
Where only one can manage to fly,
alone upon it's throne,
Where not a soul can moan.
The lake below is shining bright,
from all the
shimmering shining light.
The mist draws us close to flame,
Where one night is not the same.
stand here making rhyme,
Losing all track of time,
Not a thing can compare
To the wonder of our stare.