Always ancient, ever young

Born before time was begun

Power great then you can count

So it is with the Mare of the Mount

To know everything like the bird on the wing

To appear where ever said bird cares to sing

To vanish as if into thin air

These are the gifts of the Mountain Mare.

Water may vanish and fire will die:

But mountain forever will split the sky.

Metal will rust when exposed to the air:

But forever shall live the Mountain Mare.