Outside an aged cavern two men converse, one man decrepit and meek the other his opposite, silence does not take a vow at this moment.
“I’m not worthy of such praise.”
“Surely you jest.”
“I’m not certain anyone should be idolised in this way, I mean for every trivial action I partake in, a greater man saves the day.”
“Nonsense, a greater man than you does not exist. Look at it this way, how men hath slain his enemy with such earnest rigour?”
“If there was such a man, he would not find a friend in me.”
“That man does exist.”
“Who is it you speak of?”
“I dare not whisper his name.”
“Such utter tripe, out with it!”
“I am sorry; it is not my business to divulge such information.”
“Fine, you seem content to take liberties with the truth.”
“Truth is but a banality, a pauper’s term for factual formalities.”
“You seem happy to spout nothing but eloquent rot, a trait well respected in social circles I am not accustomed with, the courts maybe?”
“You seem perceptive beyond your years.”
“My perception is only what I make it, you seem too well adjusted to modern comforts to be anything other than a bureaucrat.”
“How very true and you, what should I make of you?”
“As much or as little as you’re willing to believe.”
“Tell me.”
“What is there to tell, honesty doesn’t have a place in your heart, anymore talk would be pointless.”
“Again you seem to jump to conclusions, rather all too quickly.”
“A surprise perhaps?”
“We’ll see.”
Silence takes a vow for the first time.
Mothers cover their children’s ears and fathers scorn their eyes,
Drunkards rise from floor to play a game of dice,
One rolls a six, the other a nine,
Down an alley way,
Betting coin on the life’s of other men they say:
“Draw the sword, defend the crown, tear him limb from limb, severe his head and feed the dead his soul belongs to him!”
The raucous cries echoed through the cavernous night, blades seeking an angle, man searching for an opportunity, bottles crashing to the ground creating a vast soundscape for the battle to be played out on.
The dust settled, a man walks away another’s spirit descends upon the shadows.
Silence betrays ones trust.
“How much do I owe you?”
“Ten pieces of gold and lodgings until the morning.”
“You’re a fair man, much more grateful than the last ……. we required the service of.”
“Your generosity knows no bounds; I too remain in your debt.”
“It’s foolish of you to think of it as a debt, consider it a favour.”
“Thank you once again, good night.”
Silence brings clarity.
Wealth brings greed.
Silence redeems itself.
“I’m not worthy of such praise.”
“Surely you jest.”
“I’m not certain anyone should be idolised in this way, I mean for every trivial action I partake in, a greater man saves the day.”
“Nonsense, a greater man than you does not exist. Look at it this way, how men hath slain his enemy with such earnest rigour?”
“If there was such a man, he would not find a friend in me.”
“That man does exist.”
“Who is it you speak of?”
“I dare not whisper his name.”
“Such utter tripe, out with it!”
“I am sorry; it is not my business to divulge such information.”
“Fine, you seem content to take liberties with the truth.”
“Truth is but a banality, a pauper’s term for factual formalities.”
“You seem happy to spout nothing but eloquent rot, a trait well respected in social circles I am not accustomed with, the courts maybe?”
“You seem perceptive beyond your years.”
“My perception is only what I make it, you seem too well adjusted to modern comforts to be anything other than a bureaucrat.”
“How very true and you, what should I make of you?”
“As much or as little as you’re willing to believe.”
“Tell me.”
“What is there to tell, honesty doesn’t have a place in your heart, anymore talk would be pointless.”
“Again you seem to jump to conclusions, rather all too quickly.”
“A surprise perhaps?”
“We’ll see.”
Silence takes a vow for the first time.
Mothers cover their children’s ears and fathers scorn their eyes,
Drunkards rise from floor to play a game of dice,
One rolls a six, the other a nine,
Down an alley way,
Betting coin on the life’s of other men they say:
“Draw the sword, defend the crown, tear him limb from limb, severe his head and feed the dead his soul belongs to him!”
The raucous cries echoed through the cavernous night, blades seeking an angle, man searching for an opportunity, bottles crashing to the ground creating a vast soundscape for the battle to be played out on.
The dust settled, a man walks away another’s spirit descends upon the shadows.
Silence betrays ones trust.
“How much do I owe you?”
“Ten pieces of gold and lodgings until the morning.”
“You’re a fair man, much more grateful than the last ……. we required the service of.”
“Your generosity knows no bounds; I too remain in your debt.”
“It’s foolish of you to think of it as a debt, consider it a favour.”
“Thank you once again, good night.”
Silence brings clarity.
Wealth brings greed.
Silence redeems itself.
again, I'd lable that as being a vast thing. It encompases much, to me.
