Walking through the woods, with his head held high. The night was cold, his dilapidated linnen shined brightly as he surveyed through the long stretch of marshes alongside the old broken road. The moon shined even more. The night was unusually bright he thought and as he looked up the star studded sky, the Libra was standing tall amongst the others. 'Ah!', smiled the Prince, ' Twenty one. So be it'.
Yes, twenty one it was. Twenty one years ago the King had come and taken his place in the palace. The King was loved by all then. New to the knigdom, he enjoyed the comforts, the love, the affection.
'He was just like me then', remembered the Prince. Twenty one years ago when the prince had resorted to these jungles, he knew time would fly away fast, but he never believed it.
The Prince was never hated during his times. And even now no one curses him. He never came close to breaking a heart. Not one bad deed to his name. And people say he was good.
For twenty one years the King has been involved in a number of felonies, conspiracies and conniviances. He has been hated for his wrongs, loved for his goods. Yes his good deeds also find a place in the book. And he passes muster, so the people say.
The Prince, well the Prince never did anything spectacular. No one remembers him. He didn't do a thing.
The Prince smiled again and continued his walk with the old torn shoe on his left foot. The diamond of the ring on his left hand was shining as brightly as the moon.
The Prince walks on with his head still high and the King suffers.
It was twenty one years ago when the King was brought to life and the Prince lay dead.
- 22nd June 2006
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