an eremite and a gypsy violinist were walking along a country road.
the eremite was taking a decided stand.
he declared that treason was in the air.
the violinist could not understand why an eremite should concern himself with politics.
for the sake of peace, he refrained from asking.
the light in the sky began to fade.
finally it was extinguished, and night fell.
the curiously assorted pair continued to follow the narrowing path.
in another life, the eremite had been the mayor of a prosperous town.
but he taken a vow of poverty for mysterious reasons.
perhaps he felt he had been done an injustice.
in his youth, he had been a happy fellow.
but something in him changed as the years went by.
he no longer laughed at the good old jokes.
or joined in lustily at the good old songs.
instead he planted a tree,
but the tree did not take kindly to being planted.
a raven took up residence in the tree.
under the raven’s baleful gaze, the town grew less prosperous.
at last, the good burghers rose up against the no longer merry mayor.
and he left the town and advanced down the highway.
where he met the gypsy violinist and the queen of spades.
the queen of spades taught the erstwhile mayor everything she knew.
but she failed in her quest for the magic slipper.
and left the eremite and the violinist to their fate.
perhaps you can see them on the country road some cold night.
the sun will rise on them.
but they will not greet it with a smile, let alone a jest.
No comments:
Post a Comment