This is me trying to play with myth and elements of surrealism while dealing with the notion of surviving. I consider it perhaps only slightly better than average, but I appreciate just how hard I was trying to channel Dunsanian style story telling with various world myths.
Also, the Moon having a lover named "Her Man-in-the" is top tier Doug memes. I'm down for it.
Laughing aloud in a cynical way Waterfall flow-crashed into Mountain one day. "Pardon me," Waterfall burbly spoke. The Mountain quiet, covered with snow. Morning sun saw this, and whispered To his brother Noon, "I'm bothered By his lack of passion, who could care For such a stone? Who would dare Invest, emotionally, in that granite?" Along came their elder brother, Midnight, Who smiled, and smote Mountain with his stars. Dug deep trenches, left small white scars. Up rose the Moon, their bastard kin, And tossed her five cents of damage in. Her Man-in-the glared, her halfness overflew, The assualt against Mountain grew and grew. Up came Gopher, and Raven, too. Up came Lost Wars, and leathery Dew. All washed Rain Upon the Mountain's proud face. The Mountain never spoke, None of those days. Once came the Hero, and the Villain as well. Once came the Treetops, and once came Hell. Mornings and Suns-set, Hours and fauns, Came like Thunder, underneath the Suns. And thus it was that Mountain was abused, Battered, broken, shattered inside. Bruised. But still the Mountain stood, for miles of time. Quietly, honestly, writing his rhyme. Until one day Mountain laid himself to rest, With quiet eyes, and a quiet breast. Eons of poetry, down in his stone. A smile on his face, that quiet tome. And the Suns above, quieted as well. Waterfall had Nowhere and nothing to fell. The animals walked home, the forested land. The Moon floated in Midnight... The stars like sand.