Rattling Remedies

Iron stained stones

Steps to steamy peaks

Jagged memories, old and smooth

Much longer than all the weeks

Carved crevices with crumbling cracks

Steeping pillars and Volcanic stacks

A Perched Bagpiper playing his tune

As the Steam Train chugs by

We'll be there soon

Through a roaring tunnel like the mouth of a Dragon

Darkness ambushes us

Only candle light holds on.

Scratching branches like Dementors'

Fingers

They Squeak and Whack the windows

As darkness enters and lingers

Being swallowed by the Mountain

As we search for ancient answers

On steel guardians we're counting

To choreograph like dancers

Our meandering exploration

As we whistle and roll

Deeper and deeper into the Mountains'

Soul

As the table flames flicker

Like a Pyro-Lizards' pilot light

On this gravy train we travel

The Mountains' candle lit dinner

We have become tonight

Only the smoky sounds

Of the Trains' continuous rounds

A hypnotic rapping

Like a snare drum snapping

Provides a rattling remedy

In the form of a clunking melody

That the Train around us still survives

As the darkness around us expands and thrives.

All of a sudden a glowing portal wrapped in stone

On the other side

A familiar world

A route to get home

Light explodes through the windows

Like bearing witness to Gods' throne

Blinding salvation

Through steamed up glass

Finger made messages

Secret Spells exposed at last.

On the highest peak of all.

This shimmering light

Illuminates cascading waterfalls

With its' beams so bright

Where Hikers stall

Risking the fall

To find, looking down around them

A connection to it all.

Squinting eyes

Greet this surprise

Like prehistoric plunder exhumed

This magical journey resumes its course

Surrounded by Foxgloves

Leaping out of the Gorse

What next, a Deer?

An Ox?

A wild Horse?

The darkness of the mountain now a distant memory

As we find ourselves exactly where we are supposed to be

The true magic exists outside of the train

Not the bits inhabited by muggles

Or wizards of fame.

But in the quiet places

Tucked under the trees

The babbling brookes

The cold mountain breeze

A home,

That we've all forgotten we own

Who's rooms and rafters

Hold great things unknown

Giants and trolls

Lost treasures and scrolls

Ancestral answers

Forgotten songs and dances

The Keys to our future

By Unlocking the past

This journey, more than steam and smoke

An experience that will last

It has stoked a fire inside of me

Much like the engine

It has guided me

Onto a new path, glistening with opportunity

The World around us speaks

If we only listening carefully

Not just tongues of Serpents

And Hippogryph squawks

House elf howlings

Or Tom Riddle Talk

But the Trees, Mountains, Rivers

All can speak!

Slippery whisperings in the Wind

That ebb through all the weeks

You cannot capture them

These fleeting things

Instead just listen,

Listen to them sing

As the Train journey ends

The Mountains carry on

Another day

Another life

Their peaks we'll walk along

Perhaps with a wandering wizard

With their glowing wand

They'll be our guide

We'll visit secret places

Where the magic still survives.