Mijas
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I stood on the edge of a hight cliff overlooking the valley below. I looked down at a white bird sitting in a rock crevice just below. The sun had just set behind the mountains to the right and the valley sprawled out to met the sea on the far left. Built up on the ocean are Fuengirla and Malaga (Malaga being the most famous and larger of the two). Mijas is the village further up that overlooks them both.
The mountains to the right took on a dull greyish blue tone as the sun went further down. The sky was orange blending up into a darker blue. There was a heavy cloud that roled in on top of the ocean so much so that all the ocean was completely obscured. It looked like the city was floating on a cloud, or that you had reached the edge of the world. I realized that this moment is what people are looking for, its why the English flee their home and take a week or two holiday in Southern Spain. Its what for some people would be a once in a lifetime experience. I’ve had many of these moments so far. Its something you cant put a price on.
Queen of Light took her bow, And then she turned to go,
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom, And walked the night alone.
Oh, dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.
The dark Lord rides in force tonight, And time will tell us all.
Oh, throw down your plow and hoe, Rest not to lock your homes.
Side by side we wait the might of the darkest of them all.
I hear the horses’ thunder down in the valley below,
I’m waiting for the angels of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow.
The apples of the valley hold, The seeds of happiness,
The ground is rich from tender care, Repay, do not forget, no, no.
Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light.
The apples turn to brown and black, The tyrant’s face is red.
Oh war is the common plight, Pick up your swords and fight.
The sky is filled with good and bad that mortals never know.
Oh, well, the night is long, the beads of time pass slow,
Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.
The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the castle wall, the ringwraiths ride in black, Ride on.
Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before.
No comfort has the fire at night that lights the face so cold.
Oh dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.
The magic runes are writ in gold to bring the balance back. Bring it back.
At last the sun is shining, The clouds of blue roll by,
With flames from the dragon of darkness, the sunlight blinds his eyes.
Ooh, Bring it back, Bring it back…
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