Tower of Tales By: Elisa Bon A long day of uncertainty is upon the sea, waves of never ending despair lurk all around. Confined to the earth lies the imposing tower of stone bathed by the sun light. Who would imagine that the deepest cry, the deepest pain and misery hide below.? A estrange stillness roams in the air, and the echoes of untold stories whisper from their resting place. A path of stairs going below leads to a number of compartments in each side and separated by a hall extending in both directions to a pit of sorrow one can only wish to run away from. In the tower of many tales the souls of men where put to the test, and their memory forgotten in time make their suit up to heaven. The sound of footsteps boom deep within the soul. To the right stands a wooden post resembling a cross made with a broken tree. The tree is partly exposed, and the bark randomly holds onto the tree. The torches hang from both sides of the chamber wall exposing little by little the figure of a man weeping inconsolably and hanging from the tree... such a torment for a man of peace. He wears a white hair band across his forehead and a piece of white garment covers his nakedness. The child meets his soul as he turns his face to the left. The agony of a grievous pain is perceived all over, and thick ropes lacerate the skin around his hands. Stains of blood cover his entire body. His eyes are deep and truthful. A child from a distant era is lead to the dungeon; a female child observes his countenance bursting into tears. She looks upon him with compassion as one who shares his grief. A moment of hope and connection is suddenly interrupted by two fierce lions appearing in the scene. One slowly walking towards the man while the other lion goes towards the child, but becoming aware of her ghost, he roars away in disappointment and he lays in front of the man as one who eagerly waits. The first lion approaches the man dismembering his left arm as if it was made of feathers, and then the second one raised up tearing off his right arm, it went away into the dark holding his prey on his fangs. Never he screamed, but he cried and his pain reached deep into her soul. She still hold his tears into the vessel of her heart. There was both extreme sadness and extreme joy in him, and he passed on the crown of triumph, the unmovable confidence through a vision. There is indeed something beautiful and something heart-breaking raising from the past.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Mar 2014 02:02:28 +0000
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