Tiresias: What good shine on mine blind eyes, and
what good warmth on mine wrinkled face! T'is a time to rejoice the nature's
awful beauty.
Cadmus: Good morrow Ti! Had a good sleep?
Tiresias: As gentle as the curled furry guardian
of the dead, Master.
Cadmus: Your words amuse me, my friend.
Tiresias: Lest, mine words are of some use...
Cadmus: Ti, my friend, my dear friend... you and
I should retire. It is about time we had new faces in the palace, new kings and
king makers, and new order.
Tiresias:
Certainly Master, but
one should not and cannot stop being who he is. A king is a king, and forever
be the king despite the change in place of dwelling. We are men of soil, and
looking after our people is not our prerogative but a duty, my Master.
Abdicating from our destined responsibilities can do us no serious harm, yet it
can also do us no good.
Cadmus: Ti... You make my mind dizzy... Fetch me
some good wine, and spread the sweet fragrances of the Arab perfume in the
great hall.
Tiresias: As you order, Sire.
Food for thought in the morning. Good one though.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sir!
DeleteOne day, a shepherd was walking his sheep in a vast grassland.. One sheep went past the visible boundary, yet the shepherd did not bother searching beyond and started telling a story.. Once upon a time... He began.. The sheep cane back and so did the life back to the field..
ReplyDeleteYou write really well!
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