Through The Hills Poem by Clester James Rabuyo

Through The Hills

Prepare thyself before you go
And this, I say to you, that though
Before you reach the mountain's peak
Which what thy heart genuinely seek
Walk through the hills, rivers and the forest
Which will torment thee before thy conquest

Thy own blood will be thy sweat
Thy days will no longer be sweet
Thine will be sleepless days and nights
Watch over enemies, thieves and knights

Prepare thyself before you go
And this, I say to you, that though
Some hills made high, be an eagle and soar
Show no fear like the mighty lion's roar

Before you reach the mountain's peak
Are hills that'll test and make you sick
Lonely are you in a dark scary night
You are but though, be thy own light

Walk through the hills, endure walking a mile
Walk through the hills, take some rest for a while
Walk through the hills, with its highs and lows
Walk through the hills, though you're fast or slow

When thou have reached the mountain's peak
Which what thy heart longs for and seek
Be proud, yet not arrogant, be meek
Arrogance will make you fall really quick