Posted on February 8, 2014 at 05:13:55 AM 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
Apollo descends into the portal in the sky. Is he sending light to the underworld, or perhaps just the other side of the world? Different legends say different things. The golden king watches his brother go – that blob of light slowly disappear behind luminous clouds of pink and purple.
The sunset is stunning, though because of it’s set, the Ridge is never able to fully appreciate it. The ridge faces south, therefore never experiences full sunrise or sunset. But from certain perches, one can still watch the ceremonial display. Bronze eyes drift in the evening light. Sylvia and Alika graze carelessly against the side of the mountain, staying clear of the treacherous expanses below. Everything is quiet. Sahin, the neighbor, has not stirred much in the winter. Though spring is upon them, it would seem the hermit was not interested in attacking the fortress of the Ridge, not yet at least.
Midas will remain vigilant.
Filtered light finally finds the edges of a newcomer. A mare. She is darker than the sky, silhouetted against the stretching ocean. He snorts, suspicious, of course, but willing to see what this invader might want. Strong legs pivot and fluidly carry the stallion towards the mare. Crown stretches in her direction before body slams to a halt. Face raises and chest slightly expands. Not menacing – but intimidating. “Hello to you too.”
Greedy eyes run over her form. A pretty thing, should she be looking for a home, he will accommodate. The king does not pass up pretty trinkets. “I am the watchman of these parts, Midas.” An unspoken question follows the titles. Eyes implore details where she is from, what she wants. Velvet ears perk forward in a sign that there is no aggression lurking behind his muscular face – just preparation. He will keep this place safe.
With dying breath, he will keep this place safe.
The sunset is stunning, though because of it’s set, the Ridge is never able to fully appreciate it. The ridge faces south, therefore never experiences full sunrise or sunset. But from certain perches, one can still watch the ceremonial display. Bronze eyes drift in the evening light. Sylvia and Alika graze carelessly against the side of the mountain, staying clear of the treacherous expanses below. Everything is quiet. Sahin, the neighbor, has not stirred much in the winter. Though spring is upon them, it would seem the hermit was not interested in attacking the fortress of the Ridge, not yet at least.
Midas will remain vigilant.
Filtered light finally finds the edges of a newcomer. A mare. She is darker than the sky, silhouetted against the stretching ocean. He snorts, suspicious, of course, but willing to see what this invader might want. Strong legs pivot and fluidly carry the stallion towards the mare. Crown stretches in her direction before body slams to a halt. Face raises and chest slightly expands. Not menacing – but intimidating. “Hello to you too.”
Greedy eyes run over her form. A pretty thing, should she be looking for a home, he will accommodate. The king does not pass up pretty trinkets. “I am the watchman of these parts, Midas.” An unspoken question follows the titles. Eyes implore details where she is from, what she wants. Velvet ears perk forward in a sign that there is no aggression lurking behind his muscular face – just preparation. He will keep this place safe.
With dying breath, he will keep this place safe.
MIDAS
everything you love surely dies
everything you love surely dies