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Post by Elise on Oct 16, 2011 19:57:59 GMT -5
Rosto’s Wrath
Shame pulses through my heart
From the things I've done to you
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How long had I been traveling? The weight of the world was crashing down on me; threatening, in a sweet whisper, to crush me. My head lulled listlessly to the side, as if it was too heavy for me to lift up. The effort to keep walking was almost too much for me to bear any longer. I hooves dragged under my weight, leaving deep grooves in the ground as I stumbled onward. My lungs pushed hard, trying to bring in enough oxygen to keep me going. How long could this last? I felt my body begin to slide closer and closer to the earth. My eyes drooped with the sudden force of gravity, making my already hazy gaze that much more difficult to see through. I ground my teeth together, causing pain to shot through my mouth and up into my brain. I released them with a sudden gasp, but that seemed to be all I could do for myself at the moment. Thunder clouds rolled over head, lashing lightening down at the ground as if to urge me further, telling me my destination was close. So very close. I could almost taste it on my tongue, curl my lips around it and yank it up. So very close. Tossing my head up high, I forced my blind gaze to lock on the area ahead of me, even though I could not see it clearly.
Just over the horizon. That was as far as I needed to go. That was what the voice in my head was telling me. Just a little further and you will be there. Digging deep, I forced the last ounces of my strength to carry me further. Making me move harder and last longer. I needed this. I needed to make it to this place. This place where my father ruled and I could find safety from all the things that hunted me. A shiver raced along my spine as I thought of the many things that had happened to me over the years. From the cruelty of others to the hardships of being who I was. Those morbid thoughts cast dark clouds in my already wary mind, making me wish I could just give up. I wanted to be done with this world where there was not true meaning to the words love and passion. Be done with this world that only knew how to give others hate and resentment. My head bowed once more to the ground, but this time it was not in weakness, but in fury at the turn my mind had taken. Resentment in me wasn’t going to get me anywhere. It was only going to serve to dishonor me further. I wanted my honor back. I wanted my father to look upon me and smile with pride.
I forced myself to move faster, push harder. My hooves beat against the ground in time with the clashing thunder and the pouring rain, drenching my body not only with sweat, but the tears of the heavens. I looked like a creature from the clouds. All pale golden glory and bright-eyed passion. It would have been easy to figure out whose Godly blood flowed in my veins. At least, if you looked hard enough and realized that lightening didn’t just flash in the sky, it rumbled in my own milky pools of ice and rain. Nostrils flared wide as I drew in the intoxicating scents of this new world. This place that didn’t reek of blood and havoc. Drawing in the fresh odors was like waking up to a warm summer day and cool water. A foolish grin danced at the corners of my mouth, threatening to bloom into a full on grin at a moment’s notice. That was, until I tripped over my own blasted hooves. I came thundering down to earth; feeling like the weight of the world had just crashed on top of my head. I lay there, feeling broken and beaten, not sure what to do anymore. I couldn’t seem to get back on my feet. I was a sitting duck here.
My head fell heavily against the ground, laying there and thinking of all the things I could have, should have done with my life. It was almost easy to do it too. My eyes remained clouded and hazy as I stared out at the world around me. I wasn’t falling into an ocean of black, seeing the past as clearly as I had once experienced it. No, it seemed someone wanted me in the here and now. Someone wanted me to stay awake and stay alive. I rose from the ground with tedious slowness. It felt like it was going to take me centuries to rise from where I had fallen, but I managed it and I kept my head hanging low, legs braced wide like a foal just starting to understand how its legs worked. Nausea burned hot as fire in my lungs, yet I knew nothing would come up, seeing as equines were incapable of expelling unwanted things from their gut by throwing up. Maybe I would fall on the ground with colic and never rise again. One could only hope, but something told me that it would not help me here, that Death would not find me that easily.
Whatever higher power wished me to live could just suck it and find someone new to torture. At least, that’s what I liked to tell myself, but I figured that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. I’d have to live and move on with whatever plans these Gods had laid out for me. Letting out a heavy sigh, my hooves led me towards the sound of a crashing waterfall. As I moved closer to the roaring noises, my thirst peeked, begging me to quench it. My hooves clattered into the waters and my head dropped down swiftly to gulp down as much of it as my poor belly could take. Bring my head back up; I shot an arch of water up as I threw my head up and down. Ah, this feeling. It was the feeling of a life worth living. These simple pleasures of touch and feeling, I could live with this for the rest of my days.
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Words -- 1047
Notes -- None
Muse -- Good
Lyrics -- Almost Easy - Avenge Sevenfold
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