Alone On a Cliff

And I stand up here among the trees of old,
High up on an ancient cliff that rises into the clouds,
Towering high above all that is mortal and cold,
I stand alone.

The stars are shining bright tonight,
A prestige for me to behold,
The mountains sing a heavenly melody,
That echoes deep within in my memory.

An existence I desire not,
Where shadows fall upon me,
A Stygian hue dark and grey - truly,
I am longing to breathe again.

I survey the world beneath while
The arctic draught blows,
And in the wilderness bleak with snow,
I stand alone.