Saturday, May 12, 2007
Conspiracy Minded
The arch henchmen and his legions gather wrecklessly and drunkenly at the city gates. Their tattered flags flap violently in the wind. The hoarse yells of a million men echo through the valley at the city gate's feet. "Open up," they cry. "Or you'll be sorry!!!" they shout. The swarming masses are gathering energy for the great push. Once the city gates are toppled they will spill in like water, drowning all that is in their path and more. Their monkey hordes will feast on rotting corpses and their spears will cast long black shadows in the day's twilight.
An eruption of fever pitch screams followed by sudden silence will ensue. The glory of the former kingdom no longer even known. Cows chew their cud dilligently in the pastures. Children wash their feet after a long day of playing in the streets. Mothers serve dinner, possibly for the last time. Fathers stand watch as the seething horde grows bigger and more frantic outside the city gates.
"The whole world ends tomorrow," one child announces to his dinner table. His mother nods in reluctant sorrow.
An eruption of fever pitch screams followed by sudden silence will ensue. The glory of the former kingdom no longer even known. Cows chew their cud dilligently in the pastures. Children wash their feet after a long day of playing in the streets. Mothers serve dinner, possibly for the last time. Fathers stand watch as the seething horde grows bigger and more frantic outside the city gates.
"The whole world ends tomorrow," one child announces to his dinner table. His mother nods in reluctant sorrow.
