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a man participating in the rectification of his country in earlier days |
Glamatous and Synarious He strode into the darkness Of the room and saw with Horror what was happening. Glamatous took the hand Of the man in front of him, Halting the brutal attack. He then said to the man, “What are you doing? How Can you plunge this knife That you hold in your hand With all your strength into This young child? What has He done to deserve such a Harsh and unusual punishment? He is but a child, merely in His teens.” The man named Synarious Let his arm down, Still gripping the knife though And said, “You have no idea What this boy hath done! He Has stolen my youth. He Has taken what was mine! “How is this so? Glamatous Asked of Synarious. “You see, I used to work for The king. I used to be at his Side and help him reign. But now, Recently this week, I have been Replaced by this child. He doth Not understand how to be noble And hold the king to h is most Upward power!” “How doth you know this Is true Synarious? Do You have the ability to Go into the mind of this child And see if he doth have Determination or not?” “No sir, I can not,” Synarious Admitted, “But I am much better At this than he!” “Where is your great-grandfather?” Glamatous asked of the man, Whom was now holding the Knife loosely in his right hand. “He died but about twenty years Ago.” Glamatous nodded his head And closed his eyes. He knew Of this man, who worked Day and night At the king’s side. Everybody Who lived had heard of the opportunities This man had received From the king himself. But now he asked, “What Of your father?” “He died ten years ago of The little known disease of Influenza.” Synarious answered. The young man now looked up At Glamatous with hopeful Eyes. His arms hung loosely At his sides and he did not dare Say anything to provoke Synarious and make Him return to his frantic rage. Glamatous stood quietly And didn’t gave a smile Toward the boy in fear of The same reaction from Synarious. But he did give a slight smile To Synarious causing the Right side of his mouth to curl upward. “You have no doubt that you Shall also die at some point?” Synarious nodded, “I know this. But what does that have to do with this?” Glamatous answered, “Why can he not Have the same opportunity that You have had?” he stared at Synarious, carefully watching how he Was reacting, “Why can you not become a Helper of something much greater?” Glamatous looked down at the man’s New clothes. They were more expensive Than the boy’s. But the old man’s Face was shown with old age. Glamatous Could easily see the wrinkles dominate In the bridge of Synarious’ forehead. Glamatous continued, “Look at yourself Synarious! Your face shows the true Meaning of age. Soon you shall pass Just as your father and Grandfather have! Why would you Ruin all the good you have done In your long life For revenge on this young boy? When you pass, why can you not Go forward and be with God? God! He is so much better than The king himself! So, help This boy have such a splendid Life you have. Give him the chance To wear the extravagant clothing That you have been putting on the Bare skin of your back for the Past forty years!” Synarious shook his head, “I Had nobody to show me the Way, why should I make it Easier for him?” Glamatous answered, “Then at Least let him leave.” Synarious nodded and dropped The knife to the cold, hard, Stone floor. Suddenly, the young boy ran from The room and dashed for the Castle. Glamatous turned Toward the door, “You have Done the right thing. God bless You!” and left. |