Voices on the Wind Open Theme
Our Fastness on the Mountain by G. Louis Heath The tangled skeins of lightning cast a Spectral glare on the mountain as we Slipped through the trees like feral cats. Growling crumps of thunder announced The teeming rain. Wet gloom clung to Our bent spines as we scaled the heights, Littered with splintered slash. What did All this damage? Or who? We pounded Pitons into the cliff to attain the summit In a rough-knuckle ascent of handholds. Our heads in the clouds, seeded by our Dreams, we hugged and slapped high fives. Here we will conjure our fastness. We will Command the wealth as far as we can see. The rain is letting up. Look at that river of Honey rush over those waterfalls of milk.