Through The Halls of Life

“Sire? Your Grace? My Lord? Can you hear me? No response. He’s sleeping. No needed of calling. He won’t hear me for another life time or so. He’s busy, that’s the obvious thing. But to sleep for so long! He lets it pass through his fingers so elegantly that he almost with no decision knows what’s right or wrong - time, that is.”

“There is no wrong or right for him, in time for sure. All pondering is excluded. A dull job, I would say. Laziness gets it done more often than a pure want of it.”

“Why don’t YOU do it then?”

“Me?!”

“Yes, you! Or you think your ghoulish brain is not as proud as when never put to a test? Go on, let me see it.”

“Not sure if you will. With Destiny he shares his bed, that bastard of Chance and Dream. I may step only so far by their sleep and already see the unfruitful enterprise that I could embark on, I can still conceive it even now. Oh, the easy laziness in their work makes it unworthy of any ambition.”

“Hush now! You let your tongue lick far too often the floor they walk on.”

“It is I who makes it clean and so may taste the fruit of my labor.”

“Oh! But so do they with their own. Watch, as they kiss blindly in their sleep, another soul comes through those front gates, and walks these halls, led by the hands of muses, fairies, and what this tongue of mine can only call magic. Not let them stray they must.”

“If they stray, they’ll never turn from dust.”

“Hear how Conscience comes with her song, and her wings flapping over the shoulders of those already dead?”

“Here come also the muses, right beside her, whispering to the steps of those passing and passed.”

“What are they singing? Can you hear it?”

“Blooms the rose on a fallen eve,

As Ariel covers its petals with dew.

Go my child, and never do grieve,

Your life is bound to begin anew.”