Mountains frame my home. They ripple across
the dark horizon unable to cage
the enchanted forest which spills across
its flanks, spreads o’er the land. Magic wages
its own war within that dark wood; explore
it at your own peril. Misted mountains’
vista shows a hundred valleys and more
melting into that last frontier. Explain
why that blue haze lays o’er all obscuring
your edges sweet Shayari? Your border
hides itself; its secrets are alluring.
What lies beyond on that vast continent?
If I leave you will I find contentment?
prompt courtesy of Pic and a Word Challenge #10: Frontiers