MELITA
She hadn’t heard a song like this before, and she tilted her head towards the melody, the notes, the strains, the stanzas, the hum under her breath falling away so she could simply listen. The youth was further distracted by the arrival of a deer-like creature, and she wouldn’t have known who it was at all save for Jyoti’s presence, her heart instantly warming at the notion that it was one of Amalia’s shifts. How beautiful, she admired and revered, instantly taking the invitation to maneuver closer, leaning on lilac shoulders. She didn’t want to interrupt the music to tell the baker her notions, but she figured it would remain sculpted into her features – beatific and reverent, impressed.This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
