Death and Love

Madness is that of you and me. As this pain cripples me from behind and generates a new way of life. From the essence of truth, like a phoenix, I have been reborn. Blood has been sacrificed and a means of survival has been taunted by love and forgiveness. Where art thou my king? As i yearn for the crucifixion of my soul and of your hands as they caress my consciousness.

The crows entered the courtyard and the crowd began to surface the arena. A man stood afar off the peak of Colosseum where the King and the rest of his kin watched. Every son and daughter of the King was present, except one.

William Charles, the eldest of the Kings children, was always the liveliest of children. A tall, pale faced, statue of beauty. His eyes were of the honey bees. His long hair swung just below his elbows in a ponytail. The way he walked was not that of royalty, but one of a regular human being. He always fed the poor with his own hands and clothed them with what he wore off his back. He was a splitting image of his father and eyes of his long gone mother.

William was known throughout the country for helping the underprivileged and in doing so he began to fancy one of the peasants. The peasant was known as Aba, a third generation farmer from the family of Theodore. William Charles befriended Aba and allowed him to stay at his palace from time to time. His father differed with the choices William Charles had made, but nonetheless he was his son and future king.

One day, the King sent one of the servants to inform William Charles that he was to get ready for the Festival of Night, where William Charles was going to be named future king of Magnifique Ciel. However, as the peasant arrived closer to the door where Williams Charles slept, he heard voices and moans. One voice, the servant knew for sure was William Charles. But the other, was an unfamiliar one to the servant. He turned in frantic and hid behind one of the statues in the corridor. The door opened, suddenly, and out appeared Aba, a caramel skinned shabby looking man. Aba took long strides and soon disappeared down the staircase which lead to the exit of the Palace of Magnifique Ciel.

In disgust and horror, the servant ran back to the King with information that he knew for sure the King would disagree with. As he unraveled the story to the King, the King stood up and turned away with no words. He showed no emotion in his face as the servant told him what he had seen. However, he did whisper unto one of the guards to summon Aba to his presence.

No more than thirty minutes later, Aba was being carried by 3 guards and thrown in front of the King.

The King turned to him and said, "My boy, my dear peasant you. Explain to me the relationship you share with my son."

Aba, shaking, said, "He is my friend my King, nothing more, nothing less. Your son has taken his generosity upon me, that is all."

"So why then my boy, has one my servants witnessed a great disgrace amongst the two of you?! Why do you lie to your King and in front of the Mighty Court?! Guards, take this worthless peasant, and throw him to the gates below my feet immediately. Summon my son at once !"

From the shadows appeared William Charles, "I am already present father. Leave Aba alone. He has no fault in my decisions."

"You lie my son. You are a monster and I am shameful of your acts. Today is the day you were to be proclaimed future King of this wretched country. How could you my son?!"

The King turned towards the guard and nodded his head in shame towards William Charles. The guards followed his order, grabbed hold of William Charles and dragged him to the Colosseum. As the entrance to the Colosseum began to unfold through the dim lights. A parade of people were there to witness the future King. If they only knew what was going to happen.

Aba was being carried along the courtyard, too, but from the other end. The crowd, in shock, fell silent. A guard was holding Aba tight and another guard held a sharp sword in his hands.

"Father, NO!!! Please do not kill him for he is the love of my life father. This is my fault and it is I who should pay the consequences, not Aba. Persecute me I beg you!"

The crowd fell even more silent. The King appeared from where he was standing, stood up and began to speak to the crowd, ignoring his sons wishes.

"My people of Magnifique Ciel, a crime has been commited by the Royal William Charles and by Aba, third generation farmer of the Theodor's. It is by law for me to put death the devil in the peasant. My son, however, will pay more of a price than just death. He will not be your king." The King faced William Charles, then, and said, "My son, if you love this man so much, and you wish to save him, then you must kill yourself with my weapon." The King, then, through his weapon into the Colosseum with great regret.

"William, NO!!", Aba yelled.

William Charles began to creep towards the weapon and finally had reached it. He looked up to his father and turned away from him and said "I love you Aba, I will meet you in Heaven my love." Blood smeared across the courtyard. The King, his family, the people, the guards, they all left William Charles alone. Aba did not leave though, he never did.