Mountain Blue

The feeling feels brand new,
Here and there near Mountain Blue,
Of course it’s real, how must it not be?
When I can see as far as the closest sea.

Miles apart from where we stand,
I feel my feet dig into the sand,
As we gaze amongst the sandy desert,
Suddenly fall and again, I’m hurt.

Standing amongst the dead,
Fear of the living instead,
For they could kill, whilst the dead cannot,
And the dead haven’t got what we have got.

Yet here I lie, with a wound beneath my chest,
And I believe I overruled, that I am the best,
You laugh for a moment and I question why,
It’s because there you are alive, but where am I?

I see a figure beyond the mist,
One dancing like she’s been kissed,
One happy like she’s reborn,
Yet she holds in her arms a fawn.

One that fell from such a great height,
One who should’ve died out of fright,
But no, here she lies,
And the girl holding her holds no disguise.
♠ ♠ ♠
Meh.x.x.x.