In the mountains of mystery, you have one chance
And one chance only.
It’s a one way trip,
People do not know what fate awaits them,
They never return to see the light of day.
In the mountains of mystery,
The breeze is full of lies and mischief,
The echoing sounds of people who once went here
Warn you to get out while you can.
In the mountains of mystery,
You might spot a faceless body or a skull or two.
Unbeknownst to you,
From the first pebble
To the last boulder.
In the mountains of mystery,
Faces of people carved on rocks
Mouth words unknown to man.
In the mountains of mystery,
The last thing you see in your life
Is a man in a black hood.
Then your entire life flashes before your very eyes.
By Anand Sairam
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