Mountain King crowned in white,
Shroud of mist wrapped ’round him tight,
Footholds found in bedrock deep,
Forever now left to sleep.
Hidden under roots and stone
His treasures lie forgotten. Alone.
Paths and caves from long ago
Are now hidden by ice and snow.
His kingdom spread out at his feet,
This landscape-throne his majestic seat.
No songs now chant out his praise
As he wastes away toward the end of days.