Among the starry schemes and bright
Plateaus of foggy mountain peaks,
A master and his pupil made
Their way towards the dragon’s grot.
As both the sage and student fought
To climb the snowy mountaintop,
A storm descended on the twain
With howling gales and hellish rains.
In fear, and desperate for rest
– sweet solace from the storm – the boy
Sought shel…
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