Plague Mountain

Locked away in my mountain,
with swollen throat
and wretched tongue;
I am the monster in the mountain,
hissing only, with cursed breath
that sends brave men running.
No one chooses this, though,
perhaps it’s necessary. They
express their sympathy but
save their breath for flight.
It is deserved, and yet,
soon I will be free
and bear the memories
of how they treated me.

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