Tale of the Mountain

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Warnings/triggers: Insecure boi, bottled up feelings, all that angsty stuff. *NOT EDITED*

A/N: Based on the song above. I started this at nearly twelve a.m- and continue when I woke up so pardon my bad writing. Haven't started B.W.C.F part 3 yet :p

I still remember the days,

When we were, 

happy with cliches.

Roman was piecing together a song. He needed some way to vent.

And I was fool enough,

to think I was worth more than I create

He realised that he was only there because he was useful. They didn't really like him.

I grew to learn the fragile art

of smiling while I fall apart

He was Creativity, he learned pretty quickly how to smile and act just as fanciful as he once was.

And if all the world's a stage,

then day by day, 

Yes i will play the part.

but what happens when an unstoppable force

and immovable object meet?

He would act happy everyday, if it helped Thomas worry about one less thing.

tell me do you hear the call of the mountains?

Hear them sing to you?

My blood is running gold,

and my heart's set a-pounding,

where there's adventure I'll pursue!

Fighting nightmares and the Dragon Witch gave him the same feeling of exhilaration, made him worry less about problems and focus.

I'll grab my sword

and shield

got my paper and pen

because when I'm on the battlefield,

I feels like I can feel again.

Those lines were pretty self-explanatory.

another day, ano'er idea,

"another unrealistic fever dream?"

You say

"It's not enough!"

(I'd call your bluff, 

but then we'd both be lying, so I'll keep trying)

Every time he made an idea he was happy with, it felt like it was shot to pieces in a matter of seconds. Flaws pointed out constantly. He wanted to disagree, but he felt that what was said was true. 

(I'll climb the) tallest, highest, elm tree

when life denies me victory, 

Imagination grants,

control the chance,

to guarantee.

When he explored the imagination, he felt reassured that he was doing alright at his job and purpose. That's why he took constant trips to the Imagination.

I am an unstoppable force,

the oceans tremble when I speak,

So tell me do feel the soul of the mountains?

They can not be subdued.

My blood is running cold,

but my heart's still a-pounding,

When he gets stuck in tight spaces, his blood feels cold and his heart pounds against his chest.

where's there's adventure,

I'll pursue!

I'll grab my sword

and shield,

got my paper and pen,

because when I'm the battlefield,

It feels like I can feel again

(feel again...)

He began singing it as he wrote, making sure it sounded right.

"rage, rage against the dying of the light

I'll let you by my dragon, if you'll let me be your knight!

And no, it isn't easy, but I know that if we try,

we'll beat the odds and beat the freaking lottery of life!"

He sang it in his normal volume, pen flying across the page as he did so.

"'Cause standing out can feel outstanding sometimes

So I dream big and I'll keep biggering and biggering 'till I've,

finally found something to keep this fire alive,

and maybe then I could stop thinking we'd be better off If i just-"

he paused, catching his breath, unaware of a trio walking past his room chattering.

"So tell me do you know the tale of the mountain?

...I swear it's true.

all that glitters isn't gold,

hear alarm bells are sounding,

though every dragon has been slew.."

He didn't hear the footsteps stop, he was lost in his own mind, in the land of music and peace. He continued, singing and scribbling words down.

"lay down my sword,

and shield,

with a whisper

"Amen"

'cause maybe only prayer can heal,

these centuries of discontent.."

He caught his breath, he wouldn't be able to sing if he didn't. And he obviously didn't want to lose the flow of the song that he was in.

"Tell me do hear the call of the mountains?

tell me do you feel the soul of the mountains?

tell me do you know the tale of the mountains?

tell me do you know,

tell me do you know,

tell me do you know?"

He finished on that, slumping in his seat.

||END||

(cliffhanger-no sequel either-)

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