The Marble Fountain
If you had but one choice to be loved or feared in life, which one would you choose? Thus, one candidate chose fear (to be named later after his physical birth, Demos) and was endowed with marvelous gifts of power, beauty and status; but never to be loved, or able to love. And this child was reborn on earth after his angelic guardian—at Heaven’s Marble Fountain—escorted him beyond the premises of Heaven. His memory of this event, completely wiped from his mind.
The second candidate, Arums, chose love, to be loved, and to love, “You will be broke and miserable,” said a voice far off in the distance beyond the Marble Fountain, “You will be weak, like the worms in a garden, and chased by the birds unto your death.”
The lad turned about saw this dark figure, how miserable he sounded, looked, was, and Gabriel asked, “Do you want to change your mind?”
“No,” said Arums, still looking at the distorted contoured face on the stranger far-off, saying to the stranger, “But do thou please await the result.” Then he turned to Gabriel, said with a serious tone, “Please give me an antidote to my memory loss?” Then Gabriel extended his arm, “Receive this gift,” he said, as the young lad shrank away, as fate pulled him down to earth, “Dearest lad, you shall never forget, with trembling lips, this day.”
And so they both were born, as if in a dream, one to love and one to fear. And to those who knew them, well, the image of love and fear, they planted into their peers. And there wasn’t a day that went by, in Arums’ life he’d not remember that dim shadow in the far off distance, with a voice that scolded him for taking love in place of fear, and a trembling lip, to be his reminder of that very day. And unto the day he died, there was no poison in his nature; he was like the dove in the garden.
As for Demos, he died as well, angry and unknowing of love, with trembling hands and trying to hold onto his last breath, his gold— poison and evil reeking from his seams; death came to both of them, there or about the same time to one another. And while these two were on earth, they lived and perished, like to like, as all others before them.
At the foot of the Marble Fountain, in the far-off distance, stands a figure of man (I think he’s waiting for two new candidate), dim as it is, you can see his face contorted if you look close enough; he’s transfigured himself to Arums’ funeral now, if you listen closely you can hear his voice in background, his voice as with a tone of triumph, he is saying over and over “See, what good did love do…?”
No: 685/10-01-2010
If you had but one choice to be loved or feared in life, which one would you choose? Thus, one candidate chose fear (to be named later after his physical birth, Demos) and was endowed with marvelous gifts of power, beauty and status; but never to be loved, or able to love. And this child was reborn on earth after his angelic guardian—at Heaven’s Marble Fountain—escorted him beyond the premises of Heaven. His memory of this event, completely wiped from his mind.
The second candidate, Arums, chose love, to be loved, and to love, “You will be broke and miserable,” said a voice far off in the distance beyond the Marble Fountain, “You will be weak, like the worms in a garden, and chased by the birds unto your death.”
The lad turned about saw this dark figure, how miserable he sounded, looked, was, and Gabriel asked, “Do you want to change your mind?”
“No,” said Arums, still looking at the distorted contoured face on the stranger far-off, saying to the stranger, “But do thou please await the result.” Then he turned to Gabriel, said with a serious tone, “Please give me an antidote to my memory loss?” Then Gabriel extended his arm, “Receive this gift,” he said, as the young lad shrank away, as fate pulled him down to earth, “Dearest lad, you shall never forget, with trembling lips, this day.”
And so they both were born, as if in a dream, one to love and one to fear. And to those who knew them, well, the image of love and fear, they planted into their peers. And there wasn’t a day that went by, in Arums’ life he’d not remember that dim shadow in the far off distance, with a voice that scolded him for taking love in place of fear, and a trembling lip, to be his reminder of that very day. And unto the day he died, there was no poison in his nature; he was like the dove in the garden.
As for Demos, he died as well, angry and unknowing of love, with trembling hands and trying to hold onto his last breath, his gold— poison and evil reeking from his seams; death came to both of them, there or about the same time to one another. And while these two were on earth, they lived and perished, like to like, as all others before them.
At the foot of the Marble Fountain, in the far-off distance, stands a figure of man (I think he’s waiting for two new candidate), dim as it is, you can see his face contorted if you look close enough; he’s transfigured himself to Arums’ funeral now, if you listen closely you can hear his voice in background, his voice as with a tone of triumph, he is saying over and over “See, what good did love do…?”
No: 685/10-01-2010
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