We wait,
A bath the alpine apex of the heavens,
Stone throne room of blood legacy haven,
As elder speaks to pupil,
Remember how I reared you up the stone face,
I didn't tie the tag line to long to be to high above you not see my face,
I never had to shout instructions up or down,
I kept you at my hip and whenever my feet was at your crown,
I lifted up a King to grasp my grips better and stronger,
I must tell you that in your climb, I am proudest that you grew wiser, stronger,
And now we sit together and drink ale,
You give a old man a joy to sit in rest and tell,
But now a task you must not fail,
So promise me and I will bid you well because my father told me my second trip would be my last,
I will sit and talk at his throne in my repast,
Go back down this mountain and bare a second climb with all I taught in mind,
But bring here a better man than the one with whom I climbed,
And on your second reach of the peek it will be your last climb remember me and hold emotions to deliver the same instructions and I will be with in this time,
Send back down a stronger , better man, and the sit at this stone my throne,
And tell me of the joy of the last sunrise,
Forever my strength and love flow in you, and rest at your stone in the throne room of many mansions ,
As the first father has promised, every soul a spot,
And we will have our reunion on the mountain top,
©dexxtoby
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