(read from bottom to top!)
gods.
to the portal of the
“Approach the peak.” We nod, we plod
Summons us to step, not pause,
The summit beckons, she-a force-
The hazy horizon mutes our course
Immune to missteps-losses, love;
While from above, Olympus shrugs,
eternity
The boulder pushes to
uncertainty
* ** WITH pitch black