Thursday, September 21, 2006


Kay  H.

Once upon -(The heights' time.)
The water crackled the window.
And sparrows flirted in the rain
 Mother kept singing the same lullaby ,
All were lulled in a sweet fear,
Licking the darkness of the night
And whispering,in rhyme. "Besmilla.
"Genie  is coming
"Locust's coming,
Circumcise-r is coming
"Everyone is coming ..
But,you never know who they are!"

A dark shadow chased the  summer wind, through the falling dusk, and ran  amidst the trees of  the ancient  bush  which had survived the destruction of a thousand fires , and when the darkness came over the whole land, the shadow who was chasing the wind,  listened  to the whistles of the nocturnal beasts in the forest - there came through the open sky owls,  fireflies and cricket.

He smelt wildly  the the heavy scent of leaves and night-flower, and fumbled his way across creeks,and stony  detours to shun the tangled boughs, until he flushed  in the rich odor of the  crushed windflower, and  lilies of the valley.He was not skilled verbally (-enough)   to distinguish between  honey-sweet and the golden chain, or to fear the sullen growl of the mercenaries- shouldering their way after him through the dense forest, more than the murmur of the swarm of bees .

And at the night of the wild forest which had  no real trails-through, a sudden purplish-blue surge,flashed in the sky to show him the first clue to the  traceable haven: He screamed with a broken voice."Vidie..." He could not hear himself as usual ,for the stalkers' clamor was now savagely approaching in on him with all  heights' fairy horses  galloping after the  dogs,hounds,falcons, and mercenaries of all tribes. They  were squeaking-war cries- midst drums, and horns , crushing  lilacs and orchids of the motherland...even by the time the horses started rhythmically  squeaking. "Hunt the disciple of Satan." Thus the boy,Tara understood the stalking party behind him.

Tara's mentor was  Satan's Agent of all crafts on the heights. He had tried to cast the boy's statue  after having hidden his secret for  a long time. He, however, obscurely pushed pushed him to escape the heights during the past days, and kept whispering  in his ears. "Flee the hell, flee the hell."
He was old and fragile though struggled  under the raging wind  to stay alive, during their great escape-recently,, growling, and trying to reveal his secret . "Your mother was the lady of..."
"W....."said Tara anxiously. "Shhhh   de...d."

And as his mentor could not breath anymore, Tara turned his eyes from him and  gazed  at the shallow sky,and  stayed motionless with his tow frozen  ruby like eyes.Then he sensed the old man's  heart,the way  they both had checked  his mother's heart.under her breast, hours earlier. (She, too couldn't make it.) Tara groaned drearily,in seeking a little solace,to stand his disturbed soul. However, desperately, he  tried to find the traces of his father's news,in his mentor's last words.

The  artist had only left a sketch of  his father's name on the mud with his trembling fingers. "Phiiidddaasss." Prior of his death the man had hidden all his secrets behind  that big name. He wrote."He was the only man crossed the border." Tara had stayed with his master,until his eyes were closed shut,and when the dogs were just meters away, approaching his body  from all the directions, his only choice jumped into his mind, and pushed the corpse of the old man into a closest  billabong  to confuse the dogs and ease his escape, along its little steam.

 "Follow the stars. Follow your dreams ." That was one of  the deceased man's will. His heart beat faster than ever, He  ran Southward through the heathen province for the rest of the night,midst smokes, fogs and echoes of malicious laughter of the mercenaries .“Here is  the corpse of your devil master, is left for dogs.”

He was not proud, however, his  master had kept  his mother,  in his farm since he was born, but when  he lost his wealth recently  the  local tribunal  activated the act of the communal ownership regulation, and denied him any right to take him as child  into his physical custody. And when the decision made, they asked him, in the tribunal session, in Tara's presence."You know what we mean, don't you, by this act?" - 
 "I do, " his mentor said.
"Then stop this farce -You are not his father- and none of us is certain if he is his father or not. You know the rest of the story, " the tribunal chief growled, and grinned filthily.
" His father is my friend,sir," said he.
"Man, put your  mind in your head-how many nights did he sleep with her ?

"Tara was certain they were talking on his mother's affairs."None- but they slept once in the barn in the warmest day of the spring," said Tara's mentor.
 "Man, think better with me; do you think that all those reverent men had failed?" said the arch-chieftain       "Yes I do," said Tara's mentor.
 The chieftains laughed loudly and to enjoy  the moment  in their filthy way, they dismissed him very soon.

On his run, Tara  did not mind to cross the thunder scorched bay, frosted rivers or even  hot springs.
He had eaten crushed roots and worms,  fingered the wet dirt,and hid himself under heaps of  rotten leaves . The sky hymned against the roaring wind which violently led -Southward  across the heights- the wild flames of the fires- that were  just set by the mercenaries to trap him somewhere.

Somewhere,he clutched the stone of his hideout in his bosom  whistling  ceaselessly with the crickets,until readied to merge with  the forest's fleeing creatures. Amidst them he  let the wind brushing his hyacinth like pendant, on the oldest part of his body which flashed with the gleam of the magical metal. He cried for the cracks of the homeland under the quaking invaders and  smokes. He knew everyone  would claim to have him midst his property, either as a concubine or as a  ghulam.
He remembered his mentor's withered face, looking up, and begging the wind to roar. The man was talking like a wrecked prophet ."It is a long way,, run  and never come to a halt. The sea  is a head of you, though."

His mentor had shown him once the hanging lights of the City Of  Dreams, glittering from its magical niche. " That is the  start of the Continent . Seven years ride on the backs of  horses," said he.. There was nothing visible  except lights, though the old man  murmured."Oh, dear brother, what if we had wings?"

 Tara saw the  lighthouse again, he stuck  to its  lights for a long time.He had known people used to follow the stars by their own eyes or come there to watch the old lighthouse on the shore, before they go home . He  ran  down, from where he was standing until found himself on the sand of the shore,

There he hid himself  in a little creek. He thought deeply, until  came across a magical word -creep-creep- and henceforth he bid himself, furiously. " Creep,creep," And  he crept  through a little artificial crevice-on the shore  until sensed the cold water of the river at a point where was merging violently into  the sea, in a suicide act. He heard the dogs, and the mercenaries arrived on the hill,and screaming loudly ." You are dead, bastard. "

By now, they  gathered on the top of the hill, and readied  for their last attack. He smelt the  breathe of the sea, and again, he found himself in the middle of  his way,but at one of those crucial moments, when he had no choice except -listening to his master's voice ."Cross the stream, I command you, boy, cross the sea."

 He  was already surrendered to him, but was now turning over in his mind, the dream like command, besides his mother's appearance. "Oh, Northern wind, that is the sea," said she in whisper.
"What is the sea, mother?"said he.
"You do not need to have a long tongue. Ride the wave, son, " said the voice.
 He listened to the swish of seals twisting themselves with the giant  waves. Shivered he though, trusted her the most.He looked unto the sky, and readied to plunge into the sea  "Oh, L'd, o' da  see,"  he bleated and slipped into the water, swimming  bravely against the swelling  waves.

As his skin touched the cold tide of the melted snow-he surrounded  to the giant lord. He was  agile and sleek, swam very much like fishes, and drunk the breeze and foam of the chilling water, util  was swept by a rip tide into the heart of the sea.

Slipped further more into the heart of the see, after had taken a brace  ride on the  splendid tides,until incredibly  lingered at the top of a giant wave, looking for the trace of the land, beyond  the old sea's folds.where he could not see anything above the -Mare- save the sparkling fishes-in the son. There was no shore, but  he felt the strength of  his muscles- embracing the- Mare, with his unlimited   skills, and beauty, They were in fact becoming the advent of a new angel.

Though the past kept  hindering him, Tara could not dismiss the images of his mother.    
"Our river,  neighs  for blood," said  his mother.
 "It is our myth, madam, " said his master.
"I know, you believe in nothing. But, no one escapes the  rage of water and fire," said she.
"The rage of the sea, madam," said he.
"Whatsoever," said she furiously.
 The boy thought sadly,she did not behave as such, most often.

He kept thinking deeply, until was so disturbed that he begun throwing on of  his intense  tantrum without having uttered a single word. " You were wrong, sir ,there is always  someone."  As the time passed he found himself swimming midst floating corpses,and giant tree trunks, and when he saw some giant  boats propelled by slaves' arms, he stuck to the nearest trunk until they disappeared beyond the waves.

Stimulated, by the heathen strength in his heart, he pushed himself midst the trunks and corpse  like seals. He dreamed of domes and high towers and looked far unto the mild horizon, and fed himself  for many days on little fishes and things never had tasted before. The violet rays and turquoise horizons kept steadily  twinkling and disappearing, with the growing and diminishing of the giant wave,   as if the universe  plays with him - Hide and Seek- and reflecting for his reward  in the sky all his beloved hues.


 The aquatic disciple  swam steadily days and nights, until was exhausted in his labor on the top of the tides -flied off the handle,he went adrift  with the waves then in his intense  absence a huge  arcus cloud started its horizontal formation, and preparation to lunch the thunderstorm outflow, on its  violent edges- alow as possible.  Tara was- unable to hit or kick  the water though, when he woke up he found himself on the shore.

He would, anyway, neither remember, the faces of Marine's peaceful  creatures that had pushed him all the way to the beech, nor how many days took him to reach that spot. He ,however, found  himself stretched on the sands' of the  desolate shore midst the trunks which also were washed up  on the shore by the waves.  And when he was awakened  by some  stray dogs, he  did not hesitate to start his journey on the foreign land,and walk adrift in the world of uncertainty. He was still far away from the city.

 He walked  upward with the  shore until he  ended up on the outskirt of a little port which was harboring, boats, humble ships  and sleeping caravans-included, merchants  pilgrims, artists, warriors, poets, bards ,travelers, messengers and reward seekers.  When Tara arrived, he did not know, they were still waiting for dawn, the moment when the giant gate swing open for the start of a new day..

A he was close enough, Tara looked up to where the lights and the great wall lay. He breathed joyously "O, lo’ o ee ci’y."  And passed by the breathing hordes on the harbor.  He was none of them, but they too  had crossed distances and spaces through the silk road, heights, mountains deserts, seas, islands and oceans with all their  mysteries and secrets.The merchants have brought damsels, slaves, jewelries, stones, monkeys, parrots, odors, herbs, silk- fabrics and curries.

The city was sleeping under the cold sky of the surrounding  forests,until  was brushed by the breeze of the golden dawn. The artificial lights started diminishing against the  rays of the rising horizon  above the domes of the ancient wisdom.Tara kept gazing through his dazzled eyes, until he heard a scream from the beak of a falcon relief on the giant gate, squeaking. "Welcome people of Planet-on behalf of the citizens  of the  City of Dreams."


"Welcome to The City of Dreams." A screech came out from the tow phoenixes beaks,on the shoulders of the gate. Therefore a soldier in a blue uniform blew in a mythical horn, through the mouth of a lion’s statue on the top of the gate.Therefore, the guards started lifting up the latches of the gate, pulling chains and ropes up, announcing a new day in the city in the name of the king  who was ruling On Behalf of God.

The hordes moved  slowly and passed  through the gate with a thousand hesitant eyes, before they  merged with the trails of  the citizens who were marching on the streets in a festive mood. They  had in fact set off earlier, chanting and marching towards the deepest patch of the city.

 Tara was roundly  obsessed with the strength of the hidden soul in the the massive crowd's morning march .Actually he  ran after the celebrants  across the avenues and magical plazas, gazing  at the dazzling towers, gardens and fountains-surrounding them, until eventually was led astray.He was not worried. In fact, he though exceptionally;  I would have had a great pleasure  if having  marooned  there a bit  longer,before slipping into the avenues  between the lavish houses and great castles.

He ran for a long while after the younger citizens who were eager for leisure pursuits.In consequence,
Tara barely felt how the time passed by, until  suddenly  halted on the start of a huge number of roads,where one of them in particular led to a massive temple in the center of a huge park, The night was lingering magically. He assumed ,they stopped the night to add extra pleasure to the scene,

The towering temple glittered  from seven sides. Tara couldn't  move any further, for having mysteriously obsessed  with the synthetic rainbows in the sky of the temple that was surrounded mildly by smokes and clouds which  gravely  started descending to wrap  the statues ,and mirrors on the both sides of the temple's  entrance , where on the opposite side  the older citizens  started praying under pavilions- scattered around." Ma-ve- us," murmured Tara and aimlessly, arrow like darted  parallel to  a thousand  rays of the gods- to the main  arena , and stayed there loitering, amidst the bee like working crowd tell the real  night fall, the due time of the ceremony.

The city's colored night intrigued the boy- as the lights looked like huge windows opened to their hidden world. The  men of the state recited rhymed verses after their priests  under the ceiling of the main pavilion. They looked undisturbed, and indifferent, and had never experienced disquiet.
"Seven lanterns for the ancient gods, they sung.
 " Three lanterns  for the king, and queen."
"Likewise for the princes, and princesses." they sung.

And then the priests  of the seven religions revealed how grateful they were to their  heathen gods' grace.They lifted their  hands up beseeching." Father, Lord, godfathers, gods, angels ,ancient idols, come down, you are the most welcome among-st us."

And only then the arch priest blessed the guests with the holy scepter, followed by a roaring scream, and flashes  above the throng.And through such a clean space the royal arrow darted up  and flickered  the joy in the city‘s festive mood.

The arrow, however, set off from nowhere, and traveled magically to lit up a torch was hung up  in the sky of the arena. The crowd chanted , and roared. "Long life, Lord... you are the keeper of joy." And started the official event.


Like the procession of comets  the queens' gold coaches streamed down to where the  kingdoms' coat of arms were lift up glittering in the sky above the roaring crowd, waiting for the them  to have a tour, and shouldering their through the crowd. After the tour they went up towards their seats around  the seatof  the queen of the host country .

Almost instantly, when they settled on their spots,  the lords and priests  appeared on the stage.Tara's
eyes followed them joyously, and waited for a surprise, particularly when the cities' patriarchs rhymed together.." "Thou arst the joy of the life,Lord. Keep, the  intruders, and barbarians out of the countries borders- you are the torch that enlighten your allies' visions . "
 "O, Lord, so sweet  thou arst around me, " The chorus chanted.
"For our pleasure, I dare say, your majesty- ignite the desire of the nation."
Tara was not himself now.

Circled on the giant stage,the horn blowers blew in their long bronze horns,.In fact, they formed an Omega sign on the floor around a black diamond altar installed at the middle of the stage.More specially they called it. The Genius' Suicide Altar. And when the blowers  stopped blowing in the horns, the chorus  roared several times hailing the kings, and then sung- Genius Sacrifice- the yearly search for the youth- beauty-  to sacrifice-
Here,with the light,
 "We hunt Eternity;
"The beauty of the long waited genius,
"He comes down the mountains with wondrous  joy,
"To embrace you,
"No matter what your religion is,
"He is the savior who blesses the sinners
"And rubs the dirt of the heart.
"Neither, he blames you for your frailty  ,
"Nor, punish  you for  your strength.
"He is in fact  yourself,
"Strayed for so long after his frame. "

Stunned on their niche, the chorus caught by the presence of a stranger's vivid immediacy in the scene -and as they cast a sudden glimpse on his frame, they overtly-sung- out of their text book
"A wild  smile, leonine hair, and a statue like body, neither anointed nor cursed are in a  bold dress-reluctantly  launching his instinct  disconcerting directness .  "

That was the undetectable  impression of the chorus' members  on Tara who stretched his hand to hunt a fairy like image,who had approached him physically, and then flew above the crowd, as fast as she could- yet, launching into the boy's heart the best quality of her internal chemistry, which acted on his preemptive soul, and brought his gravity down. Tara could not resist the beauty's call. Actually, he was dragged magically insofar that he ignored the whole world around him.

Allured, he ran after her and ripped the crowd swiftly. He did not stop .until he found himself at the center  of the Omega where barbarically the synthetic  rays fell on his body so extensively that the long awaited live statue was revealed in front of the -Altare Dei .

Tara flushed  massively on the stage, and heard the crowd's roaring.
"Good Heven- the God's sign, " they screamed and  starred at his vigorous shadow, particularly when he lifted his hands up to his magnificent face and showed how much his chiseled  body matching  the Altare  Dei- They shouted anxiously "He is the one. He is the one."

In his spontaneous  response ,the horrified archbishop said."He is a foreigner- he has no pure blood."
"Calm down, sir. We have a thousand excuses,"  said the lord steward
"He is not the one," said the holy -priest.
"I am curtain sir," said the Archbishop.
"HE IS NOT THE ONE." the chorus sung.
"HE IS NOT THE ONE." the soldiers sung..
"He is the one ." the crowd roared again.
Horrified instinctively, the Archbishop, jumped into his satanic conclusion. "This curse shall divide the nation, or replace the gods. Thy mercy I beg ,Lord ."

They would rather his  glowing body  against the  flames of the torches which were  triggered now  by the priests'  holy verse-on  the session. His reflection  rocked  the stage and filled the sky with the joy of the cheering crowd."Everyone sees the miracle. Don't deny it," said a rogue priest,and ripped  his peers' hearts who watched each other with stunned eyes that grew up to a great awe  , particularly, when they heard the crowd growling, chaotically.
"The genius...the genius. He is the one. "
 "His blood is  the Altare Dei 's property .".
"Such a miracle! never has  happened in these ages."
The chorus sung." BUT HE IS NOT THE ONE."......
"Your son, Lord, Almighty,we have been waiting for this hunt, for many years."

As the chaos erupted everywhere, the Chorus surrendered to the rogue priest.
" Where are you, Lord," they said loudly and sung. " The altar is ready, we are ready, the guests are ready the kings are ready and gods  are ready. What are you waiting for." The archbishop gestured to the guard-to move, and demanded. "Stop this farce - stop it. Stop it."

Tara  looked upward to where a bright  face  emerged in a fancy maroon  dress and waved to him  midst her family  in side  a luxurious lodge. She waved with a skilled hand, exactly when he cast a glance at the chanting crowd, but the Lord Steward instantly sent his messenger to Lord Northland to silence his daughter. But, ironically the crowd chanted with their  excited heads."Scarlett ...Sacrlett." They left their seats, and lingered  against  the guards who kept disdainfully pushing them backward ,and  screaming to inspire themselves ."For the Kings' sake  , push." 

 Threatened, though with anarchy, the queen along with the roaring crowd, shrouded the fire of her desire with her veil of secrecy. Her inextinguishable  desire drove her to possess the boy so ardently  that, her  decision escaped her lips unconsciously amidst her guests who smiled encouragingly ."I shall come upon  you  and catch you- face to face- by your skin not by your cloak." Swearing to put in use all her key determinant factors to tame the boy on her bed at any cost


The convoy of twenty kings passed now  flowing softly on the royal carpet in a magnificent procession , rising up and down in rhyme,like a flock of swans floating on the  mild waves of the  Northern  lake."His majesty must be waiting  in the paradise temple," the lord Steward said. He meant  the country's king who was  now waiting for the royal guests, without having let any concerns creeping into his heart. "Their majesties  should have been arrived ," he told the lord steward who shuttled between the forum and temple which had a balcony  looking down at the crowd.(The paradise temple was  in fact a crucial element of  the ceremony.)

Tara lingered there, for having sensed the dangers around his body. He was dazzled like a single swan...ranted  to  free himself, and in fact sooner he forced his splendid  body soaring phantom like in the horizon.He ran so swiftly that everyone thought he was flying.

A reverend lord was now leading the choir .He was stunned, and jerked his baton  violently when Tara passed  through the violet haze on the stage, gliding  then before the guests' convoy. The king heard the noise again, and had  a sudden look at the chaos through the veranda. Actually  he moved from his niche . For his shock, he glimpsed a dazzling  statue floating up and down on the stage, and soaring without wings, against the up-roaring crowd. (In his view, the thing looked ridiculous, first, but was surprised  by the kings' delay .)

 However, as the growing  heavenly pleasure spread by the presence of an extraordinary beauty of  the young Adonis -stunned, in his throne, the king  could not hold up any more. Actually he dwindled,and felt himself looking like a humble servant dragged by a formidable charm in the scale of gods' grace.  He was so deeply struck  by the raw beauty of the boy that neither he could think of his experience nor of his gravitas.  

The fret started crawling into his heart, blemishing distinctly his appearance distinctly little by little . Mostly, he feared of  the sublime rays which steadily launched by the boys eyes- He murmured in a great sorrow. "Too blest -  ragamuffin." And urged  Lord Steward to speak.
"Your Majesty!"said the lord steward.
"I dare to say God's mistakes are intolerable , "said the king.
"Your Majesty!"said the lord steward
"If he lived another day, many big heads will be rolling on the streets,"said the king.
"God forbid, your majesty,"
" Do you know what I mean? Step aside and let his holiness closer to me. "
"Yes, Your Majesty," said the lord steward and let the Archbishop take his place.
"Your  king  needs  a miracle," the king told the archbishop.
"We encourage Him not to put off the matter, your majesty,"said archbishop.
"Then what is He waiting for?" said the king furiously.
"Right...I beg your pardon, your majesty."said he and  set off  to seek a miracle for the king.
" Your Majesty, the guests have arrived." said the lord steward.

When they took their seats around in the balcony. The king called for  the kingdom's religious board meeting, and accordingly  the king withdrew to his secret lodge and commanded  the lord steward  to prepare the court for the  priests, scientists, astronomers, sages, ministers, artists, bitches, witches, ambassadors and allied kings.
"Hobos and bitches are on strike, your majesty,"  Lord steward said.
"It is a bad omen," said the king.
" Bring one of them, anyway."
"Yes. Your Majesty. I will."
"Steer clear from the curses," said the king .
"I will, sir," said he, and shunned the gleams launched by the boy's polished serpentine like skin

In the first meeting of the sort which has not been held in many years, the king's statement lacked the  wrestling rhetoric as much as his pale face needed blood.
"We command the priests  to release the remaining oracles, soon.''
"Dreams? Sickness? Genies? Here we are for, your majesty," the Archbishop  said.
"Who ever he is, I bid you to hunt him down immediately."
"Goodness,"The king murmured to himself. Actually, he failed to peruse his argument.
 "He is controlling  my tongue,"said he.
"Your majesty!" said Archbishop.
"I have intention to say bad things."
"God forbid, God forbid," said the Archbishop

 The king said amidst heads- rusted from not being used for years.
"A single bare handed child against me! And I am backed by all those  great men ."
"It is a charm of beauty," said the Archbishop.
"My guests, you are commanding  the sky., lands, and seas- say something about my obsession," said the king. "We see nothing to worry about, your majesty," the kings replied in their diplomatic accents.
"Who allowed him to posses such enchanting properties ?" said the king, and kept raving  about the   promptness,and barbarian might of the boys .

He  denied  a theory that had said, the devil's appearance was an  indicative  of a universal chaos. And  to deprive him of any tittle, but evilness, the king stated.."Doubtless such an arrogant creature is a disciple  of Satan."
 "We believe so,your majesty ," said his guests, without showing  any  concerns about his symptoms.
"The concern, about the  dangerous beasts  has not been  raised  since their  - heyday- during sixteen century ,"said the Archbishop.
"I am certain, it  is a sort of black-ephemera, " said the king to defuse the gravity of his  nightmare.
"Unless, the wild beauty has its adorers, your majesty," said one of the kings.
"I afraid so." The others agreed, but the king denied any threat of the sort.

He sat  among-st  his chattering guests. Though it was not the right  time to ease off, he commanded the lord steward to produce the best of his choice, and in response , however, the lord Steward did not hesitate to call  for  the king's  knights, who have been  housed in the royal castle for the hardest tasks.

The knights, after his retinue, were  the dearest men to the king.Their appearance was a great pleasure for him, but for Tara was an extraordinary lust of challenge - The wind shook his body- like an angel in a storm- in front of the world.  What else I need, he thought- other than this.He reached the edge of the arena and squeaked. He challenged  the knights of the kingdom who were dazzled for having been  ordered to hunt -such  an -(out of reach_-  ghost like shadow.) Tara darted through the space amidst the hordes  like an arrow  for seven times, and climbed the Temple like a leopard does with trees before he disappeared- launching the sweetest tones of his voice

"Have you  seen that thing, again, your majesty?"the Archbishop said- "If  I was an entertainer,......... , I would  say ,I see what you can't see," replied the king restlessly.
"I am all yours, your majesty. I try my best to  see the best side of the thing."
"He humiliate  your king- and you can't see that," the king grunted.
"If your majesty are certain of that , declare the war state immediately."
"I would... but he is just a little boy. What would the wise men of my country would say about sun an  unjustified decision - ,"said the king.

The Archbishop thought deeply- seeking help in his personal worldly- cunning practices, and begged the divine's permission for the mission. "I will take a tour through their minds, your majesty,"whispered in the king's ear."I hope you will- at your best," the king said.
"I won't let him do any harm to you, your majesty."
"I am afraid, he already had."

And in his prompt response the archbishop started his tour, preparing the country's magistrates with his shortest preaching for war- borrowed from the oldest pagan prophetess."The plague is luring  the souls," he whispered into their ears, and when they showed their great interest, he was satisfied that no one  would blame his majesty.  Meanwhile the temple street was  flooded with the best warriors of the country; knights, artillery , and  heights mercenaries whom Tara had feared of most.

The king  waved to the knights, and  stated . "Blessed be mine brave knights. Without you, the heathen -charm would  infringe  the holy kingdom, Therefore,  I command you to eliminate the heretics' breed. Hold your head high, knights,  and attack the God's enemy." And then stately the lord steward  delivered the decree to the knights, who promptly   charged through the avenues and lanes, to capture  the heathen creature.


 The heathen- boy's glory was on the top of the daily news. The women, who were in  particular, bred on  sweet gossips and  rumors, started  henceforth spreading across the country ...the sweetest of them.First, they begun with the growing  love  between of Scarlett and Tara. However, sooner they  circulated rumors around the queen who  kept the miracle boy  in her private pavilion  for having  her nightly affairs or had forced her brother -  the Archbishop- to keep the boy for her in side one of the-Cathedral monastic cells.

It looked the king's spies had not  hidden a slightest trace of danger from their lord.
"Goodness, what charm is  invading my kingdom?" said he, in his wing,  so sadly that his  Arch-maid ventured to interrupt him inappropriately."It is our turn, your majesty,"said she insistently.
"What do want, woman?" said he furiously.
"Lets me have you served, privately, your majesty,"said she.
"What??"said he.
"You know what I mean your majesty."
"Woman, what are you talking about?"
"My queen loves the beauty- more than anything ," said she.
The king was shocked- but developed  a prompt intention to have her hung immediately.
"Your majesty, cast thy kind glimpse at the core of your possessions," said she.
The king halted frozen.
"I treat my citizen fairly."
"You are tired, your majesty."

He was exhausted until she dared and had him lie naked on the marble of the bath of his wing- and stared firing him up with her touches. She pushed  her maids to work on his flesh. They rubbed  his skin with ointment, and other magical perfumes.Actually, by the time, they formed a choir to sing for him the best of his poets' official Odes.

He was now lying in the arch-maid's arms. But the boy's image  evoked many  dissonant narratives about his ancestors' history."Destroy his charm," a voice whispered in his head.
He was sluggish, relaxing under the arch- maid's hands.
"He does not belong to our moral concepts," said he defiantly.
"Even though."
" So, you have no idea what he is capable of."
"Are you ready to hear, more."
"It is the end of my era either way."
"Grasp it- marry the women of your kingdom as much as you can- you need offspring- otherwise the queen will do her best, "said the voice.
"God forbid."

The maids, were stunned of their king's metamorphosis- but were skilled enough to hide their feelings, and keep all kinds of  secrets hidden in their hearts.."I said destroy him,"said he.
"He is in the queen's bed- she has dismissed you tonight, hasn't she?"
"Are you my Satan?" the king screamed.
" No I am your other soul," the voice said.
"You said that- "
Thus he stopped asking  himself anymore.


Gone with the whispers,but his winsome gestures were described, quoted and circulated amidst the city's inhabitants, lately. The more the search campaign intensified,the more the glow of the rising legend coruscated.  They quoted indeed. "The  body's architecture  concludes the soul's delicacy. ."
"Define the edge of your body, before you free your soul."
"You are the only  gate into the eternity."

 Tara, however, had taken a refuge  in the deserted  town hall. He was hungry, and anxious to meet people and preach them by his body in the rainbow like lights of the temple. He had no idea how many troopers  were deployed to hunt him.

He remembered  how his mentor had  pushed  him to hunt, climb  rocks and trees to catch worms,  birds, and  lizards. And when he was desperate lingered on the highest spot of the village's waterfall   watching the transparent waters of the billabongs. Sliding  down the waterfall, like the birds of prey,he  sunk ,and  attacked  fishes, snails  and snakes.

At the mid night then- when everyone was tired of the long stalking campaign, From his hideout, Tara intuited that the street was clear. Actually, it had been deserted earlier.  He slipped out,and then hesitantly walked  through the  little streets seeking wildly  a bold hunt until found himself approaching  the entrance of the Eagle Castle-(Doubtless, he did not know the name of the castle.)

The gate was open. He walked in tentatively  towards the lights, whereas magically  was allured by mirrors  and crowns and trails of golden statues along the first corridor, on ground floor. He had never  imagined such a huge hallway. Horrified, but he thought easily." I am already in." In fact he had had crossed the threshold of the main gate. He sauntered for a while, and stayed alert, expecting traces of those faces whom he had recently seen in the event- the evil ones. Even the queen was evil, he thought.   Scarlett- he thought of the name vehemently; she was glittering, in  her lodge  like a little angel.

As he stepped forward a horrible stream lashed his face, like a swarm of bees. He came to a sudden halt, and scanned   the space with his two  owl eyes. He had  nocturnal eyes all the same, but couldn't at once  glimpse the shadow of a sentry who was standing on the end of the corridor.  Sluggishly, the sentry  nodded  to him to walk away. But when,they were  close  enough the sentry recognized him and pleasantly called him."Come on baby, come on," said he. He looked at him so wildly that the old man froze in his place immediately.

Feared though, Tara did not mind to proceed .The man was  old.Tara gazed at  his  frozen eyes and  walked towards him amidst  the violet beams which were launched by the huge statues of ancient gods, along with the reflection of some Satanic epigraph -script. The  other colorful rays were generated by the crystal chandeliers- fell mildly on the mahogany boards, and the burgundy curtains which deepened the scene's texture more ever . The magnificent hanging lanterns kept  flashing dim lights around him.It was there when he realized how far  he had gone, but some sweet  voices whispered passionately. "come on son, come on, son." Instinctively, he feared the dangers of traps.

Voices; sweet voices. He sensed them even with his skin. They were- whispered  from the deepest side of the walk. Otherwise,Tara would  think,really and truly  everything was dead, solid and silent like the sentry's eyes . Even,in fact, the quietness was blurring his sight. He was hesitant particularly when he  heard  squeaking doors behind him...followed by storm like breathe-oftentimes used to hear on the heights '

The trap is ahead, he thought, and  retreated.Passed again by the petrified- old sentry. He thought deeply until he sensed the  smell of breads and appetizer. Excited, probably, by effects of the savories dishes,  the boy  ran to the end of the corridor where he halted and  dared to touch a half ajar door, and  wondered silently. "What might be hidden behind  the door?"
" Nothing, " he answered himself unconsciously and  looked through the misty space.

He was shocked, but had cast a smart glimpse at everything there.Actually, he gathered himself before the highlanders' mercenaries  reached him. They were there. But he  readied for all  consequences, however, he stepped in.
"What?" he could not say. "what."
Actually he was shocked, by the massive silent crowd in the ball hall- immediately  behind the door.

Amidst them a lion like creature in a maroon silk robe  embroidered with ivory and pearls was sitting on a golden spot. Relaxed. he looked with the same cruel  eyes which Tara  had met earlier- from afar. Nevertheless, with a slack hand the creature gestured to his  knights.
 "Block'm, block'em,"grunted he.
"Let us hunt  him in our way,your majesty," said the heights' arch chieftain.
"Oh, my dear guest, enjoy the show," said the king.
"I will, your majesty," said the highlander.
"I am glad, your majesty."

The king was in hurry. He was interested in his allies' savage verdicts.
"Oh, my friend, you are crueler than I am.Could you please tell me what would be your traditional sentence on your land, for such an evilness,sir," said the king, and waited anxiously for the highlanders' verdict. "We make him a stone of wall, your majesty," said the highlander.
"I see," said the king and dubbed him- " My Knight. "
" Despite everything, you are a unique creative in your  field," said the king.
"In your service, your majesty, "said the highlander.

The savage element of the youth ignited his soul, and let the flame spread  barbarously in his body-  to carry out all his tasks at once.Actually-instantly,  his profound eyes pierced the  king's heart,who unconsciously started  revealing his personal secrets to public

 "The queen needs him in her bed- hunt him - you might be  heavily awarded," said he maliciously.
Tara looked at the others  defiantly. " Have you ever seen such seductive eyes. I ask you shall I blame her majesty?" said the king, and  to stir the heads of  his retinue, nastily screamed ."And none of our  females  will resist his charm. I repeat none- revenge them, sons,"said he.
"I have no daughters, or young wives, but you have!" said the king.
Everyone- the king himself included-  responded in one blow. "Never let that happens, your majesty."

And though  the king was certain his rival was purer than diamond crystal, growled."Then what are you waiting for , holy regiment...charge."
"Enjoy thy glory, your majesty," said the first knight..
"I want his body  unscathed," said the king.
"Your Majesty," they said, and three hundred knights attacked the boy.

In his maneuver, instinctively Tara turned his head to run, but saw all those who chased him through his long journey,  huddled in the corridor gazing at him with a thousand furious  eyes and Bashibazouks' long mustaches. "No way," they screamed  and laughed maliciously.He thought the only way is to ran and step on their helmets an turbans.

When Tara ran  and did what he thought of, the dazzled eyes of the king's magistrates who saw and heard his feet treading on the hordes' helmets - screamed in behalf f of the king who had already lost control-yet stammering in shock. "Whoever catch the savage boy, shall own him."

By now Tara had darted through the main gate  over the last heads- before was trapped in the Queen's guards huge nets. They had  tied tow corners of the net to  both sides of door's threshold, and when Tara reached the door they locked it behind him, and contained him in their net. And then upon her guards'successful ambush, immediately, the queen appeared from nowhere, and  screamed  proudly . "It is mine, your majesty." And added ." Do you mind?"
The shocked king stammered. "Yes, it is yours , but not regardless to the king's conditions, my queen." He looked at her,  pride-less -his  morale was at  rock bottom. .
"I am certain your magistrates, justify my rights, your majesty."
"We will, we will, your majesty."
"I command my guards to take  the boy to my wing,"said she
"I assume you have just disregarded  the royal integrity,  my queen," said the king.
"Your Majesty, have a good night," said she.
"Lords, have a good night," said she and left with her hunt to her wing.

Simmered on the fire of envy though, the king could not say anymore, for having relied mostly on the three kings who allied with the queen  like brothers to a sister. They had in fact sworn during  their  discipleship under Archbishop's grave commandment   to stay as such forever-even they symbolized their resolution  by mixing their bloods. The Archbishop witnessed their act and blessed their brotherhood.

However, the plan, in the king's point of view, was to avoid an inevitable disaster that might their triple love bring upon them.In his prompt response, after had improvised a short speech to congratulate himself and his kingdom's citizens, the king  set off furiously to his castle where he decided to surprise the queen in her wing  without following the royal visitation etiquette, particularly when he found out that the lord steward was not in his right place now.

He left his wing and walked stealthy through the long corridor of his castle  to the queen's wing. The queen had dismissed all her guards.When the king crossed the first layers of the silk drapes- came to a sudden, halt to eavesdrop on the queen;s whispers to her  maids all the same, but heard he  the deepest sighs of pleasure escaping all his wife's nozzles. "Queen's sexual sighs!"he gasped  in shock    and stopped his breathe, then proceeded amidst the silk barriers, until he glimpsed the two naked ghosts fighting on her royal bed-

She was on the top of  the boy, leading him upward and downward, in the greatest harmony the king had ever seen. (Remembered, how he had used to spy on the reality of the libertines' desires vi exchanging concubines with his peers.But had never heard of such extraordinary couple of libertines.)

The boy was struggling with all his talents to keep the gravity the queen  unscathed, with the greatest respect to her sheer weight, desires- and groans- "up- more- push up my belly, I am your concubine, lord,"she cried delightfully along with all her  recipient organs. The king could not interrupt, or disturb  her-. The boy was tied to her bed, while two of her strong black slaves were standing alert  with their spears directed to the boy's heart.

 Thunderstruck like , the king, withdrew, and ran back to his wing, and there  without consulting anyone,he called for his most truthful knights' gathering immediately. He and led them to his wife's wing, where they captured the exhausted boy amidst a great astonishment. Their naked queen screamed bravely  and embraced the boys body with her loins and arms, but the knights snapped the boys and killed her two guards who witnessed the event- They bowed to both royals, and vowed  "The secret is sealed, here." And thrust their hearts in a ritual gesture.
When the the knights left the queen gathered herself and faced her husband logically.
"He planted  - the long waited creature, here, your majesty,"  said, and nodded to her thing. The petrified man, groaned. "I won't blame you, my queen, his beauty is out of control."
"It is not only his beauty, your majesty," said she.
"What are you talking about?" said he.
"There is no use of  words-it's an epidemic, your majesty,"said she.
"I must have been learnt, earlier," the king said and  silenced himself.

 "Casting the statue out of the heathen frame might restore the seasons of the God's grace."
Thus the magistrates  restructured the raw  statement of the highlanders' chieftain, and brought the parchment under  the king's seal. "I understand now why God bestowed upon me all these graces," the king. " Knights, friends, magistrates...."
"We are all yours, your majesty," said his roaring his retinue.
" I am certain, I am certain."

The young boy could not understand the game even when they dragged him to the court and read to him the sentence loudly. He thought nothing is more harmful than queen's act. Actually he did not  pay attention to all what went on in the court, until  the judge said loudly ." He is now the Phidias' property."

Definitely, he meant the royal architect - Phidias. In his chain, Tara grasped the name of his idol vehemently. - Phidias, he thought deeply and gasped- "Lord." so wildly  with one of his high pitched screeches that he  quaked  the ground  under the elite men of the kingdom.
"Let him scream as much as he would," the  judge said, amidst  murmurs ran between the court men themselves. "In this hazy moments- such a cruel verdict won't serve the kingdom.
"It bothers me to wait so long."
"Think better gentlemen."
"The sentence has been issued."
They heard thunders and rumbles from afar

Anyway, however, the royal choir by now had  rushed into the streets before the nightfall.Then  assembled on  the golden stage where the royal sculptor   was commanded to derive a frozen pattern from the frame of the savage teen.They readied for the saddest event they had ever known.
And as knights led the boy to the place, thechorus started their first song.
 "Close to the northern gate of the city," the magistrate told the knights who would suffer the pain of loosing the knighthood pride ever since.

And as they walked the boy on the streets, they heard songs-escaping the windows, rhymed so sweetly with the procession of sorrow that their horses changed the pace of their gallops.They perceived the gravity of the sign  but  had perforce to finish the walk.

   When the time came, stately the elegant royal sculptor, after had  received the oral description of the  model, started bravely working on his prey.He was old and blind, had studied in side his dark head,  all possible manners to cast around the boy's  controversial  frame his  exotic transparent materials, while, reluctantly  the savage teen was singing pompously without uttering a single word.
(The sculptor had only worried about his art.)

 Tara adored letters though, he could not make out of them a little word. He kept chanting  days and nights, along with the chorus' songs on the stage where the man tied him to a thread like  mast
He sang The Rock's Fairy  Princess and the Ode to Glory- his  mother's favorite songs all the same, but, the man was obsessed  with his last opportunity to achieve his personal  -magnum opus- In fact he kept- pagan like murmuring into the boy's head. "You will be the lord of beauty."

Startled, Tara remembered his mentor whispering into his mother's ears."He must have been created for an extraordinary mission. " She smiled brilliantly. "Someday, somewhere, someone might see the truth,"  said she confidently. His mentor did not agree. "I see the truth now," said he nervously.

Henceforth,  like someone chiseling his own heart the sculptor listened  to the boy's groaning voice. "Da ta, da ta." Revealing the memories of  every  pieces  of his body. The artist  could not ignore him any further. Actually he tried  secretly to  expose  his mind to the crucible of the boy's creation, and listened to his groan.

"In the City of the Dreams." Tara dreamed of  his mentor. "There is a man,  shall he  transform you to an immortal portrait of life." And as Tara turning over in his mind the deceased man's  advice, unexpectedly reached to his last conclusion -with such a pleasure feeling that he tried his best to scream.and rock up the blind man."You are the man. You are the man."

The man, however, failed to  pay attention to his last  labor, instead started preaching. The more he preached the more enraged the boy." Ignorant, how, a dead man preaches to dead," Tara intended to say. "When you settled down here,  little boy, you should have adapted the life style of the city,"said the man. "I had not...I had not. But, you don't need to regret me.  "  Tara tried his best to tell him his name, but  the artist did not listen to him, for having been commanded . "This beast is for you just a stone, nothing else."

Traumatized though, Tara tripped continuously  into the labyrinth of his memory. He ran across the broad meadows, midst groves and bushes downward to meet the river under the blue sky. He remembered then the  high window of the lodge, and the golden maid of the sky.The artist kept approaching him and weighting the materials and all kinds of  stones for his job, trying to identify the material among-st his royal things, that might be compatible with the boy's body to reduce his pain.

Rumors-becoming the boy's passion -people could not  cast into poetic  phrases yet-  though, they were spread across the country like fires to the forest. They sung for ".Monument de l'amour," and  named the new statues.".Monument de martyr." And some times "Phidias' Resurrection." Or
"Kings never shed tears."
 And during those chaotic time, the king was massively flooded by the worst rumors, and as he failed to cope with new style of the life there, he  escaped the city and went back to The Winter Capital. He could not watch any new shows  amidst the harsh circulated rumors in the city, while the dazzling beauty was dying- under the hands of his obscure  man on the north state.


Down the stage a handful of soldiers sung."The beauty never dies, lord."
And as they kept singing the city's girls and women flocked to the place  like birds flock to the lake.
Amongst them Scarlett  the daughter of Lord Northland wrote on a huge placard. " I AM SCARLETT I LOVE YOU." And cried "I LOVE YOU INDEED.'

Dazzled on the stage, the artist nodded to them- and shouted. "What?"
"There is no such grace in this city," the sculptor shouted.
"You  have-a  blinded heart, old Phidias,"they said.
"Go home, and take care of your house women, " said the sculptor.
"Old Phidias. We are  here for boy."
"He is no more a boy."
It was dawn.
"We have just been taught what a fearless dawn is."
"Who taught you, damsels ?Philosophers?Scholars? Priests?
"None of them, moron. We own the bravest  hearts in the city."
"I say who taught you to risk your life for beauty?"
"The angel under your hand did."
"Oh, ye. I am old! I too, believe  things might change, but at a great expense," said the artist.
And to distract the old man, the girls camped there and started chanting as loudly as they could, all the same,but the old man kept working harder than before,

Days have passed, until  the last day of the year has to come, Tara looked at the blank eyes of the artist, recalling the last word in his lexicon.The word was Phidias it was annexed to a strange man..."Phidias, Phidias," Tara whispered, almost exactly when  the women screamed "Phidias."
"Phidias!" The sculptor ,whispered..
"Phidias? ...It is me," said he, and touched the boy's pale face.
"How do you know me?"said the old man.
"Phidias, " the boy said and a smile of joy imprinted on his beautiful face.
The girls  lingered by them for a little while but the guards swept them away.

The sculptor was raging for not having asked the king earlier  for  materials he needed now. He was so obsessed with his new  art work that he resembled a legendary warrior who believed in the battlefield as it is  more justified  insight into the regard  he had than JUST WALK AWAY.
 "Are you trying to beat your creator,"said the artist furiously,and thought of Tara's answer on fire.
"You say yes...I knew. you say yes, " said the old man.
Tara wondered angrily, and asked himself harshly."Why does everyone speak on behalf of me?"

He did not respond to the artist's delirium anymore, but  responded to Scarlett and waved to her for the first time. Scarlett, he thought, Scarlett, and  turned away his sight from the artist though he was about to find out everything in his blank eyes, but strangely, dismissed  his feeling and left the man living  his delirium state.

Struggled though, the artist lingered around the most precious material he had ever worked on, and readied for his crucial moment- at his last station .He growled, and murmured his best blasphemies, until savagely  shackled the boy's  hands in his mold. He could not resist. Actually,henceforth,had to stand himself up and fight the eagles with his head.Fortunately whenever he groaned, or the crowd warned him, the artist would scream at the birds of prey. "Out of here, bastard. He is mine not yours." He used to shout, particularly, when the singing crowd failed to cross the new fence which was recently built around the stage.

Doubtless, the artist  imagined his victim’s frame glittering in side the artificial shield, during the most glorious moments of art. He sensed the mighty power of the universe's harmony- in his art-piece; an inextinguishable fire-place of the artists' souls, where he found himself imprisoned in.

Tara- He named his work -Tara. "He is  still alive ,spiriting," the other soul of the artist said . Actually his creature drew him closer by his grave silence. And when he could not find a single  way to cop with him, screamed.‘Who are you?’ Waiting three days for his answer before closing the little hatch - for his face to breath through. And in those days a new phrase came in to existence "Either way, it  is your son- physically or spiritually."

For the last touch,the artist came back next day and cast by his hand a sharp glimpse at the boy's exquisite youth  The blind man was now alive part of the savage-sculpture. He felt  his  breathing soul clearer than ever, and tried   his best to keep him as such , and make the game last forever. It was during those cruel days, that the news of the boy spread everywhere-and the city's  bards started writing their lyrics on the new comer- and spread his verses  and deeds.The Spiritual Hymen to the Adventist-  even  the soldiers kept singing as the place flooded with a  massive crowd ;  hordes flocked in,  in ragged clothes - murmuring verses  for the boy's farewell .

 If the crowd's temper flared  at us no one would dare to curb their rages, thus thought , the king's remaining guards, and  in response to their intensified  fear of the chaos eruption, the concluded and
 shouted towards the artist side.  "Your honor. We beg you.We are hear on behalf of the king,  do not breach the rule. There is no need  to extend -The Child's Passion,"they said.
"It is art's time, no one on earth can command that moment," said the artist.
"We command you, in behalf of the king," they said.
"You would, if dared," said he, almost exactly when a massive roar ran amidst the crowd around them.

The day after,Tara was quieter than  marble all the same,but the crowd sensed his verses falling on their heads like the manna. The artist was shocked.Hesitantly, stretched his hand and  touched his face in fear; it was frozen, but yet was  fresh-
"Goodness!" the artist  thundered, and  kept screaming as loud as he could-"Who are you?  Who are you?I am certain you are not Jesus.You are none of those great men whom we had known .What have you believed in?"He said.
"Love, freedom, youth, honesty," the crowd roared.
"Love and freedom, strange!" The artist shouted, and murmured to himself. "Since when had you contracted such a noble fever."

Honestly, within all his painful feelings, the artist  imagined the perfection of  his artwork must be a breakthrough. Doubtless, he thought, my transparent material is now entirely  wrapping an  angel like divine creature. This is one of those rare occasions  when the absolute ideal beauty meets the ultimate property of the -pure  genius. "Blended," said he. "Scholars,there is no border between life and death any more- in my art - this is the end." Thus he thought inappropriately, however, he believed indeed, the reality of the genuine thing are always beyond their dysfunctional passions.

Regardless of the chaos, in the city,the old man ventured and  touched, the boy's  hair- through his secret hatch, and brushed it with his fingers. And,yet  kept doing that strangely until unexpectedly he found under the curls a hyacinth  like pendant, was hidden carefully under his hair. It looked, the boy had cared to keep it secret, he thought .
" Wait a minute...wait a minute," he commanded himself, almost exactly when the women from all around the world  perched behind the barbed fence to start their wailing for their- prophetical-idol, and reciting his holy verses-  supposedly were said by his followers. "Let the space you occupy take pride for having  enfolded  you-  in its time.  Yield to the universal truth  and love them as much as you love yourself, and ponder the question beyond the naked facts. If you barred yourself from the herald of love , you would deprive yourself from  Heaven's hymn . "  
 Along with the crowd's ceremonial rhyming ,the artist was firmly grasping  the hyacinth pendant and kindly sensing the rich metal with his fingers, and gathering in his mind  the engraved letters on the pendant's metal...and when everything was accomplished,  a sudden deadly shiver rattled his body, and like an fiery explosion  cracked  in side his head all the hidden codes of past-

And yet, the artist was reading the charm of his dynasty's destiny. He growled."Our destiny, baby." It was- the end of the world, he thought , and embraced the marble,and wept bitterly as much as he could.He looked for his chisels and tools-to undo what he had done,defying  the royal decision, but they were already  gone."God, if you are there-help me." he shouted and looked upon the tensed  waves  of the crowd.

It was too cold. The guards barked again randomly. They were rude, and cruel upon watching the death so reluctantly - but were not in a situation to command. "The boy was screaming along the night.'Phidias.Phidias.' Have you ever known him," the guards said.
" I am Phidias," said he angrily, and rested  his head  against the hatch.He was frozen unable even to perform his extinct rituals. He murmured.  "Probably, for having put everything of myself in it. He thinks he is  Phidias." Unaware the boy had known him by his instinct.

 Tara, however, was  dead, in side the silent  marble. The artist remembered his boy's name, and felt  vehemently how compatible the name was with the statue, and screamed in his ear. .
 "That was so long time!"He said.
"He is dead," he screamed, and shook the world.
" My son is dead," he said loudly.
People thought, piously,he expressed  his pain metaphorically- over his work, and the creature's beauty in side the marble.  He added soon."To whom it may concern- I say: I lived in the beauty's  decadence- era.My son however, has rocked it ."

Unexpectedly, the stage's border was flooded by the women who  followed the desperate girl- Scarlett, after they had knocked down the fences, and headed to where the blind artist was groaning. And when touched the stage, they stood there  face to face with the first  monument of-  de l'amour- and listened  to the artist- mourning  his deceased son.

Scarlet, in particular,  went whither and kept weeping close to the artist.
" I am Phidias, the blind sibling," said the artist."You know me, don't you?"
 "Yes we know you,sir,"everyone said.
"I am Scarlett, the youngest  daughter of  Lord Northlsnd," said she.
"Your father is a good man...I know the king has banned him to let you see my boy,," said the artist.
"Love never listens  to  kings, sir," said she,and reduced to tears.
" I am certain- I would do this-in case.And I am happy the city is rising-"
"We say so- the hearts are flooded with a new feeling, sir- he brought that feeling."
They wept, and the crowd roared up ."Sweet dream, Child of Heaven. You never die ."
" Sleep dear son, sleep," cried  the artist so aloud that his voice stirred the heads of the soldiers who instantly started singing with chorus  "Sleep, baby, sleep."

And from now on  everyone around the stage sung fervently ,until by the time their call reached the city, which in response  thundered as much as they could."Sleep, baby, sleep."
The mission  accomplished and everything was to be settled down  militarily. And  to pursuit the honor,they called the bugle platoon team,  the mounted infantry, and artillery. But, the king's guards  started leaving the City of Dream, in peace and regardless they agreed "We have nothing to do here."

The artist, heard the the pattering of the marching infantry "Never ever work for kings,"said he sadly.  before a women screamed, in seeking Heaven's mercy."Scarlet, our beloved beauty."
"What has she done," the artist screamed.
"Nothing, sir. She is dead. She would not live anyway."
"Check her heart," the artist bellowed.
"It is not beating, sir."
"What a disaster !" said the horrified artist.
"Do you know what, Phidias?" the youngest women squeaked.
"Yes I do, madam," said the artist and walked away.- to fall himself on the rocks of the king's cliff like the old eagles-in his legend . However, since the day the city worshiped  the Father and Son- and the queen gave birth to the heir- and adopted the city's mood.

The End


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