The Balance Broken

The Balance:

He stands in the shadows, dressed head to to in white, almost angelic in his stature and grace.

“Come to me my right hand.”

Glancing over his shoulder towards his king, he leaves the shadows and takes to his knee in dutiful respect.

“You have served me well, now it is time to collect your reward; your eternal reward…”

Peering through his long golden fringe he sees the blade falling towards him like a guillotine, unflinching he holds his nerve. The blade draws ever closer yet still he doesn’t more.

The sword severs him in two…

“Come to me my right hand.”

Glancing over his shoulder towards his king, he leaves the shadows and takes to his knee in dutiful respect.

“You have served me well, now it is time to collect your reward; your eternal reward…”

Peering through his long golden fringe he sees the blade falling towards him like a guillotine, unflinching he holds his nerve. The blade draws ever closer yet still he doesn’t more.

Then, suddenly he stops the blade with a mere finger, it was as if the blade was nothing more than a butterfly that had just landing gently.

“Bahahahaha. Magnificent! How many battles have I won by your single hand? Tell me Atalante, how many has it been?”

His head stays down, but once again his eyes pierce through his golden fringe and lock on to the king with a fierce glare.

“All of them my lord.”

Subtle Betrayal:

A familiar sound echoes from my herald, I await his council to see what delight awaits me.

Horror…

I was greeted by an attempt at humour, but the message was clear, I had been betrayed. I ask not for the world, but simple loyalty from those who I have tried to help and do right by, sadly I am often met with disappointment and this time was no exception.

My soldiers, my troops, my brethren…. Slowly, one by one, they all left me and were swept from the board; all but two that is. My Knight and my Queen were all that was left, loyal until the end.

It makes me sad to think that all I sacrificed for them was for naught, in the end I was left without an army.

Worst of all, they had defected to the castle that banished me. Swayed by warmth, comfort and empty promises, the weak has been unmasked.

The ultimate betrayal is not to be stabbed in the back, it is to be deserted.

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Subtle Smiles & Hungry Eyes

“Order up”

Bellows the manager.

With a thunderous slam the tray is placed down, the coffee nearly spilt and the customer ushered away.

“Next please…”

The barista mutters with a sultry tone.

She looks so depressed. I can feel myself being drawn in by it and no amount of friendly smiles from any customer seems to change the look on her face, she refused to make any form of eye contact. I guess the wind must have changed at the wrong time.

Through all of the noise, rushing people and rowdy children I spot the pair who have been sent out into the war zone to clear the tables.

They both rush in different directions to make space as fast at they can, all while the beady eyes of unimpressed seniors glare at them. The way they move is so hypnotic, it is as if they are dancing with the cups and trays in hand, around and around they go, missing everything and everyone; it was then I saw it….

As they brush past one another their eyes meet for but a mere moment, the pressure that emanated from them was overwhelming. Their smiles were subtle but as I looked deeper I could see their eyes were filled with lust, passion and love.

Less than a second passes, their contact is broken and their dances continued.

Though my sight is fixed on the two, my ears catch the manager once again barking orders.

“You’ve got a face like a smacked ass girl! Go and help Kevin wash the dishes”

The miserable girl behind the till suddenly left.

“Kerry! Back behind the till please.”

Kerry, so that was her name. She didn’t look like a Kerry, I thought she was more of a Rachel, but I guess I was wrong.

Kerry scuttles across the floor and through the staff door, she was in such a hurry the trays and cups she carried almost went flying.

The young man still gliding across the shop floor smiles at all of the customers, it’s like he is walking on air after that brief glance at the apple of his eye. Minutes pass and eventually everything is cleared, then he too returns to the till.

I look across to see their playful flirting and it makes me smile.

It’s a much nicer sight than the washed out look of the previous girl. She was so lifeless, so miserable, so pathetic.

“Luke, you can go”

Luke eh… Luke and Kerry, what a nice couple they made.

As he disappears from my sight I feel a dark cloud appear to my left. It was the morbid one herself, with heavy steps and careless awareness she bumps into me.

‘Stupid girl’ I thought.



She lacked the energy and grace of Luke and Kerry, but it was at that exact second she made eye contact with me, what I saw and came to realise will never leave me.

She wasn’t depressed, she was hurt. Their were tears in her eyes and a stare that cried out for help.

‘Why could she be so sad?’

A voice reaches over my shoulder to grab her attention.

“Ok babe, lets go then.”

A tall and slender man passes me and puts his arm around her. She responds by looking up and saying;

“Ok….”
“I love you Luke”

His response, while looking over his shoulder towards the till at Kerry.

“uh huh. Come on.”

Suddenly, it all became painfully clear.

The dance I witnessed between the two I thought was one of passion and love was nothing more than a sordid affair, but worst of all, they did it right in front of her eyes…

I can only imagine how much it hurts to see the one you love loving someone else.

Concern or Guilt?

“Words without action are meaningless, love without respect is worthless & life without purpose is no life at all it is merely existence”

Incessant chatter echoed through the halls and was filled with meaningless concepts, no more worth of my attention than that which had caused all of this strife.

Apon hearing words of concern had been uttered in my direction only enraged me and fuelled my contempt and anger, after being thrown to the wolves to be torn apart by the lies created by someone I cared for so much only to protect her own fragile state of mind, I stood stronger than before, for now nothing would ever cause me such indescribable pain as the betrayal I had felt.

Talking to my friend “Kyle” he emphasized words of caution as he could see the malice building behind my eyes, like a fire storm raging uncontrollably I could feel my control beginning to slip, looking him in the eye I told him to leave me be and I walked away to sequester my rage.

Acceptance of all of my feelings was the only way I would be able to break free ok these shackles of torment. More empty words were told to me by the way of “Kyle”, the opportune moment for redemption had long since passed, like a falling snow flake the moment was unique and never to be the same again. 

My villainous streak had apparently been embedded into people’s minds and entrenched deeper than even I imagined, people would rather believe a preferable lie than the truth…. The concern it seemed was that I would now be trying to spread my own fallacies, infesting a pure calm water with insidious oil corrupting everything in sight. 

It seemed the truth that I had was set to resided with me, buried amongst the festering mound of emotions I was wading through, as I said its easier to disregard  the truth when the lie is more acceptable.

One of my only releases from the accusative look in people’s eyes is solitude, walking by the river the thoughts of what I learnt start to disperse as I look  them from a third person’s view. My conclusion for the concern I was told of that she apparently felt only seemed to me to be a disguise for her guilt.

“Guilt sets into our hearts and slowly erodes the walls created to protect us leaving nothing but the feeling of emptiness, we are a result of our choices and actions, no one else has to live with these decisions so make the right ones and be true to yourself”