11-17-2017, 09:35 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
Picture yourself on a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
It begins with the music ─ so unfamiliar and so beautiful. It surrounds him and he is nearly lost in it but the red wytch pulls him back to her. He wants to stand there, to sway with the feeling of this peculiar rhythm. His hooves feel stuck in the earth and the sand threatens to suck him in but there she is again, the soothsayer with the voice of four. So powerful. So beautiful.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes
And she's gone.
"Jaaaah-Leeeeeeelaaaaaahhhh," he sings with a syrupy voice as he follows the floating red woman, her tresses never-ending as they wrap lovingly, warmly, around his gleaming golden body. Amet is distracted then by his own scales, his head turned downward to inspect his golden chest. He extends a foreleg out, raising it up so that he may see the plating closer, and when he finally turns his gold-flecked eyes back to Ischia, the scenery has warped and he is lost all over again. "Wherrreeee?" he tries to ask over the music, over the palpable beauty of the red mare and the island backdrop.
Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain,
Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies.
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers,
That grow so incredibly high.
The gilded king tries to follow the crimson mare, wills his legs to move forward towards the surf, but he is cemented in place as he watches his guide's acrobatics. It seems so natural that she could be floating on the water, the sight so vibrant and beautiful despite the way his eyes refuse to focus. Wow, he wants to say, but the word gets stuck in his mouth and all he can do is wait for Jah-Lilah to come back to him, to nip at his shoulder (the feeling ripples across his skin, drawing a shiver through his body) before his legs decide they want to follow her again.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds
And you're gone.
He sinks into the sand again, his narrow legs growing in length until they are uncontrollable and the stallion gets them tangled in themselves. He falls like a tree, bracing himself with his face, and despite the immediate pain that washes through his head, the gilded king laughs and laughs and laughs...
Picture yourself on a train in a station,
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties.
Suddenly someone is there at the turn-style,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Amet's mouth is gritty with sand, but he has somehow stood, somehow found his way closer to the red wytch as she delves into the ocean and returns with an impossible clam. The gilded king is confused, so confused, as she eats the pearl that appears from the maw of the seashell, but his intrigue overpowers his wariness and he dances closer to her as the music continues to play all around. Jah-Lilah's technicolor barrel opens up wide and despite the grotesqueness of it, of the intestines that threaten to spill from her sides, Amet trusts the mare's own calm demeanor and he teeters closer to the miraculous cub, enthralled by its existence here and now. "Beautiferr," he whispers to the mare as he inspects the panther cub, his words contorted as he is suddenly awash with a powerful love for the small furred creature, his dragon-like legs dropping him to the moving sands of Ischia to extend his bloodied muzzle to the impossible thing.
Amet
@[Jah-Lilah]