Lullaby

 As soon as it was clear no help was coming a shade of obedience flickered in his eyes. Well aware the air at this altitude sought to displace the strongest drug, his will flexed as hard as his body, and the breathing mask disappeared somewhere in snow far out of reach.

  The solitude and endless waiting were gone with the cold wind that touched his still sentient skin, and he beheld them, concealed in silence of their majesty, crowned with starlight by the night, as frozen waves of some elder-world ocean, that had faded from human’s memory. They allowed nothing but to contemplate them, in an indifferent demonstration of a man’s inferiority, with their shadows being brighter then our minds and their silence louder then our cry. With each breath they blew into his body and soul their own freshness, drowning him under waves of numbness, dragging away to a different dimension no one had returned from.

 Black sharp peaks only, revealed the tonnes of granite hidden under the velvet silk mantle of snow. He found himself in  mysterious temples of peace, too big and ancient for  him to enter, but too tempting for his heart to stay and enjoy the everlasting serenity.

 Like a child to it’s mother, they aspire to touch the veil of sky. Giants, grown under  wandering stars, destined by the Lord to be the thrones no one would ever ascend.