After the battle the spirit of the two warring kings met under an elm tree overlooking the valley where the battle had been fought.
Death stood in between their spirits and pointed to the carnage:
"My harvest."
A field covered in rust (blood and mud) knights tossed about like chess pieces on the floor of a slaughter house by a spoiled child.
King #1 sighed: "I see your son - such a brave young prince."
King #2 shook his head: "And there lies your brave son - at one time I so wanted him to marry my daughter."
Both kings looked imploringly at Death:
"Is there nothing you can do?"
Death smiled coyly:
"I sent you both a dream to meet under this tree before the battle - now you are awake."
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
Offline) - Published: July 23rd, 2021 16:54
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments2
Wonderful write Jon.
Andy
Thank you Andy.
Awake too late, though - a well told tale, Jon.
The irony there - what was once; what is now: King 2 wanted King 1's son to marry his daughter..... and now?
Both are now awake - but dead - so the dream will never happen. Thank you.
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