Hold of the Magnetic Mage
by Tony Stark
The Alps are here
The craggy mounts of mythic ranges
The rushing waters of its rivers
The slopes of mountain valleys.
Tumbling crushes of water
Erode the coppered slate
A turquoise feast for the eye
The wild cyclamen climbs.
Cliffs of velvet pine
Stand against the iron
Beneath the ancient sheepbacks.
Seams of slate and sandstone
folded into gorgeous ribbons high
Dusted with the mists and spray
Of incongruous waterfalls.