A fragile figure near the ridge .
I can still hear how the wicked sound roared
"I'm selfish "
"people use people "
The dark deep endless mountain echoed it,
Puzzling the origin of the source itself.
The disturbance waves caused , cut through the stormy air ,followed menacing ravens flying.
The flock was thick and wild.
The petrified figure was numb as stone.
IT WAS TOO REAL FOR A DREAM.