By Ahmed Latif
The immense palatial doors open hesitantly,
His regal boots drum the marble floor elegantly.
All ponder aimlessly as to the reason for his entrance,
Is he the push for peace or a vision of vengeance?
Judicious jesters whisper wit while they wait;
Loquacious madmen can only dare to speculate.
In the dining hall there stands an army of leering guests,
While servants wait on all of their avaricious requests
Of lavish foods, sumptuous fruits, and a handsome cupful.
They all stare lewdly as though in awe of a beautiful couple.
The whelming worry withers words like streams erode stone.
The traveller walks through the crowd as though he was alone.
The arrival of this stranger from foreign lands
Causes doubtful thoughts and unsteady hands.
The King’s gaze is timid and apprehensive under such duress,
As he helplessly watches his nightmares and reality coalesce.
The newcomer approaches the throne and stands absent of all servitude.
No blood-stained armour, just complete certitude.
Thoughts dash through the head that is under the crown:
‘Is he an enigmatic enemy, an able ally, or a conniving clown?’
‘Is he a colossus from the mountains, a pirate from the sea, or an angel from the skies?’
‘Is he a hero from the villages, a shepherd from the hills, or the ghost of my lies?’
‘Does he warn of war or advise an alliance?’
‘Is this deed diplomacy or dreaded defiance?’
The audience gather and gossip with an uneasy euphoria,
They whisper, ‘his art is death, and he is a fearless warrior.’
‘He is the rightful heir to this unjust kingdom.’
‘He possesses a book of antediluvian wisdom.’
‘He is the presumptuous and powerful prince from the ancient alleys of Angora.’
He is the impish Pan here to gift the King a box from Pandora.