The Poor Man’s Caesar

A Monarch of all he surveyed, but now a wretched pauper seeking his soul

Majestic robes he found himself ensconced in were now tattered rags wrapped around a ghoul

Muttering to himself he wandered aimlessly as his unprotected soles drew streaks of blood

Oblivious to physical pain and totally deaf to what around him was being said.

“One reaps what one sows” said some crunching their faces in apparent disgust

“He was a good man” opined some, “until consumed by the lure of lust”;

But he himself felt strangely free

Having accepted his Hubris.

(Word Count: 94)

Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#136

Wafting Woman, Wistful Tree

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

There was stillness everywhere. Not a ripple could be seen as the vast expanse of water rested with a magnificent equipoise. Winter had stripped the trees of leaves making them mute sentinels. The aesthetically designed view point itself was empty with the benches placed inside patiently waiting for visitors who would never arrive.

The man and his wife who were wafting between windows were also exercises in utter stealth. Not only were they unseen, they were the very reason for the stillness. Since the time they were murdered in the watch tower 13 years ago, they were every visitor’s nemesis.

(Word Count: 100)

This story was written as part of the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS challenge, more about which may be found HERE

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