In the Shadow of the Misty Mountains

• Beneath the sky where the wild winds sigh,  
  The winding river sings its tune,  
  Past the wooden trail where shadows dwell,  
  And fades the lantern’s fickle bloom.  
  
  Voices rise in the evening light,  
  In a silent harmony so sweet,  
  We gather close, where our hearts are free,  
  With whispered ballads on repeat.  
  
  The stars awake, they dance and shine,  
  As the moon drapes silver on the trees,  
  We speak of dreams, of love that beams,  
  Carried softly on the evening's breeze.  
  
  The stories told by the fire’s glow,  
  Of journeys wrapped in the misty air,  
  With every word, our spirits soar,  
  In the warmth of the memories we share.  
  
  So let us walk where the shadows play,  
  On this wooden trail, our lives entwined,  
  With every step, we'll find our way,  
  In the winding river, our souls aligned.  
  
  And though the lantern flickers low,  
  Our hearts burn bright with a yearning flame,  
  For in this land where the wild winds blow,  
  We'll find our peace, we'll call our names.  
  
  So take my hand, let’s make our stand,  
  Beneath the vast and open sky,  
  In the shadow of the misty mountains,  
  Forever here, together we’ll lie.

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Misty mountains, Winding river, Wooden trail, Fading lantern, Silent harmony, Open sky, Whispered ballad