Rise and Fall

Without pause for the stone wall before him,
nor recall to the mist’s foreboding din,
the prince began ascent to meet the Stag
atop the outcropping, giving it all
as the Thing of Dreams stood watching his crawl—
this vertical desperation—’til hands,
tir’d again, reached for the last hold to hear
rocks sing a tune of moving down below—
thunderclaps of bones as prince fell, and broke.

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