The Mountain

He threw a hammer through the window
And followed it through the glass
The shards cutting his skin
Before he landed on the grass

The peacock fluttered heavily
Charging towards the sun
As it dropped and dropped so slowly
Before the dark had finally won

The town it hummed with emptiness
As he stumbled over the stones
Put there a thousand years ago
By families and bones

The steadfast suit it chased him
Through the alleys and round fountains
Glassed blood it flowed across him
As he scrambled up the mountain

The summit was bitter cold
Though he couldn't feel his limbs
He threw himself down the north face
And pretended he had wings



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Writer(s): Clive Steven
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