Little Stones

Once there was a mountain tall
Housing creatures big and small
Fighting wild and gruesome storms
To keep the creatures safe and warm

But she could only fight so long
She could only keep so strong
For the waters made a crack
From her breast up to her back

The cracks were flooded by the rain
Nothing worked to ease the pain
Though the creatures gave her heart
Slowly, surely she fell apart

When she fell, oh how she fell
Everything turned a living hell
The shelter on their heads was gone
Left were only little stones

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