There she is again…
This distance disguises her height, but
not her majesty.
She has such
a Cold face.
Even from here,
her stone facade delivers
the impression of
inaccessibility.
Her crags, I’ve
long longed
to attack.
From the back she is much more inviting.
Many make the ascent from the rear.
On her back is the nature much kinder.
From her summit, I’ve seen her face clear.
I’ve probed every alternate tactic.
to use when the time does appear.
Any mistake could prove tragic!
…Nobody has done this before.
Getting the best of her will not be easy
One thing she is not,
is a whore.
Today,
I again gaze up at her
Her face it is still… cold, and white.
I’m afraid.
But now not of her nature.
No, instead, that my wait may have made her
but a conquest for my dreams at night.
~Bacon
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