The hill is long where now I slide
Against the wind, across the grass,
While, light as air, at dusk I ride,
To where the elementals hide
Beneath this haunted lake like glass.
With effort whippoorwills may shake
My fast pursuit above the elms
For I can rocks and mountains break,
Or cause the rolling plains to quake,
For I control enchanted realms.
At dawn I may with soldiers hike
On narrow trails that have no end,
Or drive a rusted iron spike
Into an overburdened dike
And waiting walls of water send.
Back up my hill whose sides are steep
I can produce the saddest sigh,
All lovers champion and keep
Here with me in a fitful sleep,
Beneath this haunted satin sky.
The hill is long where now I slide
Against the wind, across the grass,
While, light as air, at dusk I ride,
To where the elementals hide
Beneath this haunted lake like glass.
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Submission Name: Mysteriarch 
