Mystical Fight - 3 - The Abdication Poem by Rita El Khoury

Mystical Fight - 3 - The Abdication



Once again, I stand in the valley
Released slave, back to his galley
Into the past, my thought delves
Searching every memory on the shelves.
Here, I have battled and have won
But the taste of glory is now gone
I have nothing left but the throes
And their haunting screams and echoes.
Why did they release me after all?
They should have kept me in thrall.

Now, there’s no life left in the meadow
The only tree shed its leaves like a widow
Tears from the sky start to pour
I look up and my eyes get sore,
Then I bend beneath the rain, so sour
Forth this is the unleashing power.
Their roaring soughs in my ear
Sounds I was longing to hear,
Down my spine, runs a shiver
Thence I know they will deliver
Me from the sorrow and grief
Even for an instant so brief.
I reach the ground and grab some dust
Then I kneel, fulfilling their lust:

‘‘I was a kid, but I have grown
And I am ready to give up my throne,
To pay my debt, this is the price
I know it is not a huge sacrifice.
My knees are weak, my body is torn
I have nothing left, I am forlorn.
Here I stand, in your private field
To protect myself, I have no shield
I am not a fighter, nor demure
Give me back that pain I couldn’t endure! ’’

I threw the dust gently in the air
Wishing they would answer and care,
Through the dust I saw their scary faces
Invading all the empty slots and spaces.
Then appeared their horrible chief
The sun vanished, he was the thief,
While he spoke, he stopped the rain:
‘‘Thou shalt not resist nor complain
Leave thy body burning in the flame
Without a word, without a claim.
Thou art forgiven thy last fight,
Thou shalt have the gift of foresight.’’

I nodded my head and agreed
Leaving my soul, prey of their greed.
Like I promised, I did not resist
While they covered me with mist.
The suffering was back, so was the pain
Over me, for eternity, they shall reign.

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