The Mourne

(The Mourne Mountains are notoriously dangerous. In Ireland)

Step gently upon the Mourne,
souls have never returned,
from the mists of time,
where tales and giants dwell

Named for a girl named Maggie,
who leapt the precipice to escape
Still haunting the hills in vain
The Mourne’s grasp is eternal

Black granite shimmering,
in shifting veils of illusion
Beware as paths vanish
changing among those peaks

Stoic Poetry

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