Villains

From a distance I could hear her singing, her angelic voice in the high mountains, it's beauty softly singing me to sleep, it's siren music calling me away with them, but only she was singing. I couldn't open my eyes, Brunei made sure of that. I could breathe evenly if I did it lightly with minimal use of my diaphragm, because my rib cage must have caught most of the brute trauma.
With my eyes closed I still could see the sun shining through the valleys of the mountains, as she made her way down the sides and slopes gracefully, staring forward at me with piercing green eyes and golden hair that flowed about her, different than the raven colored beauties that awaited at the bottom of the mountain, lying about the sides of the shore where the sea met the mountain.
Her dress blew in the wind, contouring around her body and she descended longingly.
"Get up" I heard in the background of the most elegant scene I've ever looked upon.
The voice was harsh in comparison to hers
"Get up"