This,
A respectful dissertation
Yet,
Not rehearsed
For,
The man in the mirror
Is the man of this verse
Hounded by windsScarlet in their feverish attemptsI scale these stupendous steppesBloodiedUnkemptThe multiplicityOf Our syncronicityDefinedAs infinityAnd beyondOf love from the time of JahosefAnd Sacrement of the frondsFor what man can contestMy indomitable willTo stand and defend the virtueOf our Andean hillTrue to pastYet in time we regretLives bestilledHonor distilledUpon the steppesFor Brendeas I declareThis portion I insistFor,Siren songsBelongTo the Maiden of the MistFor love I have witnessedMany hearts impaledMen lost inSinBefore theyBeginTo scaleYet,I stand in solitudeAs a beacon of loveFor,Though on earth angel's dareTis best seen from aboveNow, As shadows encroachI bid these Hills farewellAs I departSolidifiedBy Sacred PrideConfident of heartTo let no manTrample this fortified willAs I stand and defendThy virtueApon thisOurAndeanHill

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