Perched on the mountain, standing alone,
The weight of celestial bodies breaking his back.
Hiding his thoughts in a face of stone.

Listen close and hear the cracking of bone,
The twisted memories staining him black.
Perched on the mountain, standing alone.

The condition of his sanity—this is unknown,
Within his soul rages an attack.
Hiding his thoughts in a face of stone.

He wonders if he can ever atone.
The dignity he once held, now ransacked.
Perched on the mountain, standing alone.

The unforgiving stone serves as his throne,
Heracles left him shame scribed on a plaque.
Hiding his thoughts in a face of stone.

Waiting, hoping, praying in his desolate zone
His fatigued body missing the vigor it now lacks.
Perched on the mountain, standing alone,
Hiding his thoughts in a face of stone.