Mountain Solitude

Amidst the lonely mountain peak,
Stands a soul so lost and bleak,
Gazing into the starry night,
With raindrops falling in their sight.

The rain pours down, a symphony,
A melody of purest agony,
But still this figure, they remain,
Standing alone, their heart in pain.

The mountain looms, majestic, grand,
A testament to this lonesome stand,
And though the storm may rage and roar,
This figure remains forevermore.

For in their heart, a fire burns,
A passion fierce, a soul that yearns,
To conquer fear, to face the night,
To endure alone, and win the fight.

And so they remain, with head held high,
As thunder echoes through the sky,
And raindrops fall, a gentle sound,
A lonely soul, yet firmly bound.

For in their strength, they find their peace,
A lonely mountain, their release,
And though they stand, alone and true,
Their spirit soars, a dream anew.