Appalachian Winter - The Last All-Land

Span of the Earth
Many have become but one
Ancient giant
For the lands came upon greatness and fused
And in the middle
Mountains like none before
Kissed the heavens and stood against
All that time could summon

Span of the Earth
Mother of my mountains
Fire below
The forge of all epochs
The Earth above
The face of eternal change
The mountains high
The dreams of the gods themselves

The greatest of lands
Destined to be torn asunder
For giants that seem unmoveable
Flow as rivers charging from the mountains

Span of the Earth
An old world's ghosts in a new age
Though the story of my mountains
Is far from ending

Written by:
Daniel Klyne

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