Originally written over New Year's 2004/2005, when I was 12-years-old.

Janus
By Silver Sailor Ganymede

Ever watching, ever guarding, ever waiting: all for that one moment in time for which he is responsible.

A two-headed god, rooted to one place as if he were a mountain. Unmovable, unshakable and cold as stone. He stands forever, just because he must guard a single moment in time, entrusted with the task of guarding the second when the old year dies and the new year is born.

But his task is useless. He feels the moment come – and then it is gone. Thus begins the next year and he must stand, watching, guarding, waiting for that moment to come again.