Ramblings-part 1

It was far off the promethian light,digging into the layers of darkness and solitude,loneliness yet peace,that found her.Far from the world of nothing and nullity to the world of nothingness,she took time...to stop pretending.To stop and think.

It was in the ruins of this haunted building,that she found a moment of peace.She was alone.She had won.

It took her a long time to reach her destination.

She had entered a world of power,money,corruption,greed and power.A mere 22 year old woman was mocked at by the those who dominated the arena...those who knew the tricks of the trade.These warriors had won many battles,conquered territories and had destroyed the strongest men of all time.

Conspiracy,hatred and revenge were the means to usurp everything that was not theirs.And a mere mortal,a mere woman ,young of age had come in the midst of the most momentous battles of all times.A mere puppet in the game of warriors,she was to be controlled.

She was a supposed rubber stamp, to seal the needs of the arsenal.And then they came,the supposed enemies. And then she made her move.She be-friended her allies,made friends with enemies,seeking glory layered deep within loss.

Within all the sublimity, hid the splendour.When asked in the assembly of her kingdom-"why did thou betray us?betray those who shed their bed for thy kingdom,thy heritage,thy territory."She replied-"There are many lands to be conquered,many to be betrayed,to expand thy horizons,fair is foul and foul is fair.

It is in these ruins of an unfinished battle,amongst the corpuses of the dead...in these sands of time that had she thought she had won the battle.

But at this moment of triumph,she saw the look in the innocent eyes of a young lad,a stranger yet no stranger....There were many battles to be won,many men to be brought down,many lands to conquer...yet something unspoken inside,had finally spoken.

There it was.A silver knife,with red stains bearing signs of brutality.

The very persons of our noble story

As they were living; think you see them great,

And follow'd with the general throng and sweat

Of thousand friends; then in a moment, see

How soon this mightiness meets misery:

And, if you can be merry then, I'll say

A man may weep upon his wedding-day.