The Crown Of Will

Once upon a time in Kolwig,

A little boy not so big,

Planned to climb the Mt. Blu

A height where no bird flew.

No shawl he had, no blanket

With disasters the people were sure he met

Amidst the climb he was at late,

The cold of the Mount had him ate.

He had no food to eat

But a very strong heartbeat.

He had the goal set in his mind

But the Blu was not kind.

Atlast he made it to the summit

But no longer he could take it.

He fell to death across a tree

And surely made history.