The Majestic

by Macabre   Oct 13, 2006


Pink clouds shroud your mighty face,
you demand respect up high...
The Earth bows low,
before your grace,
a snow-capped wonder, your reflection does show.

Beams of light, stroke the everending sight,
the magesty, proud and true,
guardian of the land,
the master at hand,
a portrait, with colors none to few.

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