Spirt of the Mountains

We were lost in the mountains
blinded by the snow
frostbitten to our very core
weak and forlorn

Lost
like a spark in a burning flame
or a pebble in the mountain
just a small piece of a greater formation
We wander through the frost
searching for home
trying to remember
which way to go

Then the sky cries
in beautiful colors
as meteors fly across the starry night
and the northern lights trail down
from the moon to the cliffs high above
our heads as we stare in awe

Majestic purple scales
like the Milky Way
with ice blue horns
and powerful, feathered wings
that shimmered in gold trim
stood a dragon spirit

She smiled down at our bewildered crew
then roared at the sky above
and flapped her massive wings

The snowstorm blew aside
as if nothing more than a speck of dust
a warmth surrounded us
while a trail illuminated down
the mountainside
leading the way
to home

We bow to the dragon
in grace and appreciation
and follow the path to our village
rejoicing when we arrive safely
and kissing our lovers sweetly

And high above us the wind chilled
and the star showers subsided
while the northern lights flickered away
calling back the mighty dragon
and away she went
the spirit of the mountains