Credo, Ergo, Ego

Silently the snake crawls between the fingers-like roots of the birch tree.
Under the pale silvery light of night,
its shadow as dark as the slithering beast itself.
His eyes watched carefully
as the wallowing in his heart kept pondering with the wind.
Slowly moving backward,
his hand crept at his cold metal with a hold,
waiting.

that beast came closer,
closer. Inch by an inch.
Quiet as the evening wind, their eyes met at last.
And he swung at that thing with his mere metal stick.
Hard! Harder!
Faster! Til his hand felt numb by the impact.
It's his life or its, easy for him to decide.

me iudice

and then, after the little thwack of commotion...
There was silence...

Death lingers around the man, blood of the misled snake
splattered everywhere.
Fear, had made him a monster.

It was the snake, he thought.
I was trying to kill the snake.
I accidentally killed my brother.

None of the village people would believe him, his mind wavered.

They saw all too well of the siblings quarrel the past few days.
How they arguing of the farm their father left for them in his demise.

But I said yesternight that I'll give all of it to my brother. I had stated my interest to that farm is no longer existent, that family and harmony comes first.

I told that in front of all to hear, for heaven's sake!

But, they won't buy it.
Why?
Although it was just an accident,
why would they believe me not?

I'm innocent...
I'm not guilty...

I'm sorry brother...

And he cried painfully to the hollow moon.

Years passed....

The brother who lived didn't live at all.
Mad, guilt ridden, he was banished from the village.
The farm was destroyed by war just moments before his return.
He tried too hard to gain something, he lost all.

Running as the mad man he was, he jumped of the cliff,
looking to hold his winged brother in an empty space before him.
The beautiful nature before that suicide cliff remains amazingly wonderful.

Nemo gratis mendax




Omnia mors aequat.....