Posted on March 15, 2014 at 05:29:38 PM by MIDAS
STARING AT THE BOTTOM OF YOUR GLASS
hoping one day you'll make a dream last
BUT DREAMS COME SLOW AND THEY GO SO FAST
He has noticed the swelling in Alika’s stomach. The king knows his spawn grows within. And as the fates dictate – the days roll on and and bring the hour birth ever closer.
He dreads it.
True, children have their advantages to a king. Heirs and pawns – they are all useful. But the stallion harbors a great fear of the creatures. Their spider-like legs and bundling happiness somehow boil his blood – that is, if they are not scaring the living daylights out of him.
Aside from that – there is the problem of raising the children. His example was an absent father – a psychotic mother who tried to drown him on several occasions – and then an abusive adopted father. Midas is not sure what kind of father he should be.
He begins to notice the chocolate palomino starting to drift away on her own. She seeks quiet places and he knows the hour approaches. Respecting privacy (and perhaps in fear) he does not follow, she will call him when she is comfortable.
And sure enough, on a day in early summer, the call reaches his ears. Golden crown rises from the grass. The other mares graze contentedly a few meters away. Midas turns to answer the call. Feet trudge dutifully forward. A king always does his duty. Stomach flips – a mix of excitement and dread. Sickness threatens to erupt through his stomach as sweat dampens the base of his neck. Tendrils of gold cling to the moisture in clumps.
Easing his body onto the beach – Midas moves quickly to where he sees Alika’s body. Outlined by the sky, she stands proudly. A small bundle of white fuzz guzzles from milk beneath her belly. He slows. Gulping down fear, a sharp call issues back to her. Braving a smile on chocolate maw, he comes forward and touches her muzzle softly breathing in her scent.
Though this child was made in a moment of weakness – as the months have drawn on, he has become quite fond of the little spitfire. She is independent, honest, and trustworthy, and he is overwhelmingly proud of Alika for carrying this child. He imagines it has been quite the burden “Alika. Golden eyes gaze to the white child greedily feasting and not paying much attention to its father. “Beautiful…boy, or girl?
He steps back, body still a bit tense though attempting to relax. This child is not going to jump at him….right?
He dreads it.
True, children have their advantages to a king. Heirs and pawns – they are all useful. But the stallion harbors a great fear of the creatures. Their spider-like legs and bundling happiness somehow boil his blood – that is, if they are not scaring the living daylights out of him.
Aside from that – there is the problem of raising the children. His example was an absent father – a psychotic mother who tried to drown him on several occasions – and then an abusive adopted father. Midas is not sure what kind of father he should be.
He begins to notice the chocolate palomino starting to drift away on her own. She seeks quiet places and he knows the hour approaches. Respecting privacy (and perhaps in fear) he does not follow, she will call him when she is comfortable.
And sure enough, on a day in early summer, the call reaches his ears. Golden crown rises from the grass. The other mares graze contentedly a few meters away. Midas turns to answer the call. Feet trudge dutifully forward. A king always does his duty. Stomach flips – a mix of excitement and dread. Sickness threatens to erupt through his stomach as sweat dampens the base of his neck. Tendrils of gold cling to the moisture in clumps.
Easing his body onto the beach – Midas moves quickly to where he sees Alika’s body. Outlined by the sky, she stands proudly. A small bundle of white fuzz guzzles from milk beneath her belly. He slows. Gulping down fear, a sharp call issues back to her. Braving a smile on chocolate maw, he comes forward and touches her muzzle softly breathing in her scent.
Though this child was made in a moment of weakness – as the months have drawn on, he has become quite fond of the little spitfire. She is independent, honest, and trustworthy, and he is overwhelmingly proud of Alika for carrying this child. He imagines it has been quite the burden “Alika. Golden eyes gaze to the white child greedily feasting and not paying much attention to its father. “Beautiful…boy, or girl?
He steps back, body still a bit tense though attempting to relax. This child is not going to jump at him….right?
MIDAS
everything you love surely dies
everything you love surely dies