In The Beginning (A Fable)

In the beginning was Pain. And Pain ruled over him like an angry festering wound. It tore completely into muscle and tissue and resided in the heart like a prison guard over a captured prisoner. Then, Anger and Hatred surged like a tide, rushing the prison guard away, and Pain escaped, tossing back a look to the man, promising Revenge would visit.

But the man prevailed, and using Wit and Creativity, sang Freedom to himself knowing that Song carried within it a great power of Action. Song assuaged the ravages of Pain and cured the ills of the Curse of it. But Pain waited until he was unobservant and sent a little child as his messenger: Bittersweet.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s