Ten thousand years of snow covers the pass,
a dragon’s roar distorts and splinters.
Great ridge lines burn with blue thunder fire,
the arc of a bone bends hell itself.
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Image found here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gazu_Hyakki_Yagy%C5%8D
This makes zero sense, and nor was it intended to.
Golden Giraffes Riding Scarlet Flamingos Through The Desert of Forever 
Such sensations!
read with the image in mind, the first couplet i(especially) makes complete sense to me (not sure what that says about me, but there you have it)
Ten thousand years of snow – I hope spring comes sooner than that!
An intriguing post, I was thinking of a trail or pass long forgotten ~
“This makes zero sense, and nor was it intended to.”…Your disclaimer is premature. I think that this would be a great beginning to a longer piece, as your words leave me yearning to read more.
I envision mountains to be dragons, and mist to be their breath. Makes sense to me. Maybe spine instead of bone? I really love the first line….