Gods for a Second

With ice in our throats

And the pale moon in our eyes

With wind that tore life from our skin

And rock beneath our feet

We trekked to the top

To the Summit

To the Sunrise

As we crested the top our blood became the ice,

Our skin as pale as the moon

The wind became our private hell

And the rock sucked out any hope of heat

We stood there as statues

As warriors

And waited

The numb spread from every pore

Into our hearts did it seep

Into our very existence

Until our souls became hard and cold

We waited for saving grace

For an end to our watch

And froze

The dark did not lift

The cold did not break

The wind did not cease

Our vigil did not die

We knew we were close to victory

We knew we were not dead

Yet

We had climbed a mountain

We had woken in the dead of the night

We had assembled for splendor

We had not fallen yet

We were not about to give in

To surrender

To lose!

And the Sun crested

Our skin took on a healthy hue

Our eyes became golden orbs

Our souls broke free

And we were gods for a second

We climbed down

As victors