Post by Dazi on Mar 19, 2016 20:51:23 GMT -8
Psychotic PoetryPoet
You can't always trust your eyes...
This world is a vast place. You can walk for years in one direction and never encounter a familiar sight. It was a place full of wonder and adventure to the young but for the older creatures, weathered and worn by life, it became dull and boring. The sun set and the sun rose without fail. There was always snow and there was always blistering heat and death waited around every corner. The carved golden frame of the slowly aging beast moved slowly through the seemingly abandoned land, his hoof falls were heavy upon the sodden earth, churning the slowly melting snow and dirt together into a muddy path clearly showing the stallions’ path. He didn’t have the energy to correctly pick up his hooves, his weight tiredly shifting down into his daggers as the golden beast slowly trudged his way up the mountain side. Even if he had the energy to hold his skull regally the thick vegetation of the forest denied such height, hell it was hard enough contorting his long lanky frame between the thick old trees. He didn’t know how long he had been walking for, the days had all melted into one confusing blur, but something within his frame had kept him moving. There was something that he had to find but he was in no way aware of what it was he was searching for.
There was something within the beast that always pulled him toward the sky. He quite enjoyed the hike, leaving the troubles of the earth far below him as the world become almost silent. The trees started to thin and his amble ceased for a moment as he drew a deep breath into his lungs. The air was thin but his ribcage was finally able to expand and his muscles relaxed into a more comfortable position. He didn’t enjoy being compacted by trees, flashes of previous traumatizing events rising in his mind though every one of his troubles had vanished as he reached the mountaintop clearing. It was completely still up here. No wind stirred the scattered vegetation. The thick layer of snow covering the earth gave the appearance of a frozen winter land, spring not yet having climbed the mountain to encourage life to return. Not even a song bird stirred at this altitude.
Once the beasts heart had slowed and his hooves no longer throbbed he started forth a little more animated than his previous sluggish walk. His muscles were still tired and his bones were shaky but the cold climate of this frozen land had chilled his skin, the frozen chills running through his frame distracting the beast from any pain and exhaustion. He lacked the thick coat that was desired by creatures in colder climates but his love for height and tranquillity overwhelmed his survivalist mind. He halted with the toes of his fore daggers aligned with the cliff edge, warm chocolate gaze washing over the lands far below. It seemed he could see on forever, the distant lands turning a hazy blue, appearing to merge into the sky in a magical way. Tree’s that towered above him mere hours ago looked like tiny saplings that he could squash with ease. He felt at peace towering over the world, alone upon his own tiny planet. He had no fear of falling to the earth so far below, like a bird with no fear of failing in flight. Something deep within his spirit bubbled forth, a coltish joy seeping into his muscles as his jowls fell apart in a triumphant scream. His voice echoed through the silent land, rolling down the mountainside like an avalanche. This was the place his spirit was guiding the beast to. A little world he could hide away from, protecting himself from the world and protecting the world from the beast.
Word Count: 639
Word Count: 639
...you don't always get what you see