Climbing the frozen mountain slow,
Steps sink surely softly in snow,
Pace creeps late a will shallow,
Brace for avalanche with death shadow,
Approach the peak but it forms a chasm,
Jump the cliff born free phantasm,
Law will state the line must snap,
Leap too short to bridge the gap,
Tumble in darkness with no foothold,
Reach for release from grip so cold,
A shooting star fallen to earth,
For once was gold now has no worth
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