Far back behind the outlines of rock and treacherous terrain over a deep hidden place
A guide was stirred from beneath a sunken river of fire, its magnitude such as the solar blaze
The anger came from a buried heat that sought to find the twelve gates and torch the plain
And up in gathered swirls of smoke and ashen colored embers fading, quakes and peril claim
Fuming far below layers of ground that lay in a dream of clearest jasper, a guide knows the path
Coasts flank the land between two oceans with a hollow sea flanked by two lands as drawn by wrath
Where Atlantis fell, and sank, evenly as slow as its doom, guided nowhere while treading away
Then arising from depths, to the coasts beyond any account of memory in just a mesh of gray
Behind the fallen range of mountain of center mass, beyond the fallen stones of massive pearl
And all behind would succumb to dead zones of stillness below foundations of gems of world
A way one desires to go while seeking the other planes, paths that are never taken beyond the sun
I've went away into hidden grottoes, some I know by name and I see through ways, and fast I run
Three ways to all four directions was something louder than storms, the quiet shook of deathly span
Crossing past the dark unknown mile, while a golden rod measured still its dominance of its land
Lowest sound underground continued around, the shoals beneath waves of ages echoed relentlessly
For they ran under and through ways never traced, and wrath they stirred tremendously
Arch warriors as messengers would not mourn those who fled as unheeded as stone and wall
Messengers conjure only the words to warn, the mountains buried by design, by empire's fall
Where mountains rose up, they were taken down from the hand that wrote the names of twelve
But earth buried the upper way, as safe as woven gold, and in heavy current over molten shelf
In that hand that summoned the mountains to stand as guard, it wielded a terrible wrath
And in justified force, brought mountain ranges from earthen mixture into sunken path
A guide now making haste to speak of earth and fire and sea, came to lead beyond molded clay
The surface sinks where boiling deeps allow, shifting the buried oven to severed root to fray
A piercing bolt shatters the sky, as told in ages of old, the sign and siren call through a maze
Giant mass folded square, again a guide strides forth awakening the essence of wrath in his gaze
Underneath a thousand ranges, pointed breaks through from the base and we know not how
So that a thousand sides round the twelve sides fill with elements of glass and silver upon its brow
In the encompassed thunder and wind, the deep fires burn like a whisper, and hillside trees sway
Inner fire tunnel ways speed through without a break in their course, another gate was made
All the anger from a chaotic blast was then subdued, by that which held mountains of hidden light
Clearing paths and unearthing maximum thermogenesis for those able to intensify mood and might
The mountains, the key to upheaval of buried earth, exposed and cooled, and wisdom its source
Being the last path from below forged from above, broken frames of time for the hour in its course
And ice poles setting a border to encompass all to be lost and to die in a frozen mass
And no guard stood in any created path, even as waters were lost in a dead hazy pass
Aim arching far, a monument hides inside the outward obelisk of element subdued, and used
In open gaps of time the guide warns of destruction built up to flooded gorges that lava fused
A single strand of lightning warded off whatever evil spell may have been spoken and cast
To look from afar, on such a place with eyes that see no land, and no sound of waves' splash
Mountains fully grown from darkness itself, rage and fear alas, but the guide and hand that holds
Drew the power away and gave no gem or sand of sea, when darkness cannot sustain its tones
I set out following the guide, but knew the ancient ways long standing, and deep fires smoulder
The dark deep captured mass already laced with creator's flair and strength of celestial shoulder
Ages passed, past days counted and numbered here, past eons of arms yet unclear, unseen
Contrast in mirrored illusion levels off, the pinnacle stabilizes as root of pillar and root of tree
Waters vast until clouds return with them over a thirsty desert, and sometime having no path
For the guide walked and wandered, I'd seen him from far back, in fire waves of the aftermath
Raging just below the surface, there towers over the world, the mountains of wrath
©Iggy 1999
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