Poem: Circular Walk of Fate
Walk the snowbound path the mountain beckons as you journey round and round in a spiral encircling the tor the sun rises in the east and sets in the west just like any other day the moon high in the sky sometimes hidden in the clouds but it is always there watching and waiting weighing your journey the scenery seems the same but if you look carefully the view is different with each rotation the sun's angle changes the moon's face becomes full then wanes before it is gone again You feel like you are just going in circles until the path grows shorter the time goes faster until you reach the view at the top and it all finally stops.