wama

25.01.08

a snail’s pace. Slow and slimy tracks keep us hovering above in the balcony of events on the ground.

A princess speaks earnestly with the gorgon-king. Her flowing hair covers her like a gown disappearing into the horizon that whips around like a flame and a diamond burst a lion’s roar. The gorgon’s head is big and painted gaudy with rouge. His arms are wings with scales like a fish flutter about without flight. Behind him a thick serpent-like advisor blows incantations into his ears. Drowning out the sounds of his hollow voice and the pleas of the princess.

posted by la kara @ 07:06