Sing in Me, Muse

A spell fell over all as the words weaved through the crowd, spinning and sweeping; the teller slowly fading from the forefront, the tale forging ahead, filling the space between their ears, engulfing awareness, the muse taking flesh, forming a hero bright and true: one to dwell among them; one to struggle and overcome; one to sacrifice and save; one to, in the end, ascend and leave everything finally changed. Eventually, the spell broken, the people returned to their beautiful ordinary lives.

Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story...

Nothing Major

I climbed a mountain once (not an especially tall one). Pushed my way to the top (not a very high one). Kept on, even to exertion (nothing major - just enough to feel it).

Feeling enough, I turned around. Land unfurled before me. Branches waved to the wind. Birds fluttered on the breeze. And I just stood there staring.