Abyssinnia

Ropes soaked rain-wet stretch taut across the back of the beast and secure its burden.
Traversed alongside the great mountain, a narrow path winds towards the summit.
Loosed pebbles dance over the edge of the road and skitter into the valley maw.

A half-blind eye cast toward heaven, the other surveying the cautious limn of the abyss,
each step adds one, each foot adds three, an unrelenting geometry of increasing effort until
bone-broke from labor, the beast shudders under the load and with a sigh submits.
Sweat-soaked ropes slacken across the back of the beast as it bows on broken knees.