The Voluminous Hill

The Voluminous Hill

I have been asked to think of a special place in my life, then right a essay over this special place using Poe’s writing style.
On Earth there can be no other place, than this majestic hill. Look at its beauty, look at its elegance. How can a man walk past its presence without looking in awe? It is a voluminous hill indeed, but also so much more than that.
In adolescence, you find life to be full of secrets waiting to be unraveled. What if you could find a place to retort these abysmal tenebrous secrets? What type of place could tenure the significance of life? What type of place could grasp the answers to all life's inquiries? Would this place be occluded with beauty or sift down for cognizing so much? Would this place be as extensive as a mountain or be as a bantam?
How must such a place be predicated? Shall it be proffered to all or to only the select few? Must a man hold agnate virtues to receive such a gift as the answer...