The Conquerer of Mountains

Just like the sky-blue mountain tops
And the snow that's all around,
The footsteps of sorrow are buried
Deep into the ground.
Increasing in number,
In accordance with a progressive beat
Being played in some faraway land.
Where a wife, calmly placed in her seat
Narrates her stories to fatherless children.
Of a man who once lived -
Conquering the greatest peaks
Would calm his veins, she believed.
And, how she had helped him set in motion
The sound of footsteps going further, and further
Leaving behind three halves of his soul
In a state of dreamless slumber.