Find your mountain if you want your tale told.
Climb toward the luminescence past the peak
Then your sunsets will be woven with gold.

Beware the ballads that are bought and sold.
Set fire to pianos whose keys do not speak,
“Find your mountain if you want your tale told.”

Do not tarry in the taverns of old.
Spurn their juniper spirits that leave you weak
then your sunsets will be woven with gold.

Resist cinnamon’s scent for her soft hold
will delay you while your instinct wants to shriek,
“Find your mountain if you want your tale told!”

Steel your mettle with your heart’s own code
by lifting your character beyond critique
then your sunsets will be woven with gold.

The great myths do not belong to the meek
But to heroes who thine own self shall seek.
Find your mountain if you want your tale told
then your sunsets will be woven with gold!