Why are the clouds so tenebrous, the sun so grim and the trees empty?
I remember long ago, when I was a mere child , the world was Eden;
Men and women were doves in divine clothing; the groves were sacred
Veils, their leaves rustled to and fro dancing with the wind! The earthly
Rocks and pebbles were precious jewels that glittered on the corner of the eye.
The clouds billowed and the sky a blue miracle. My home was my kingdom,
My well-being was entrusted to her. Ecstasy was not ephemeral and was
Present in all life—living and non-living. But when Knowledge inscribed itself
Within me, my happiness absconded. The world turned into a needless trifle—
No longer do I have an amicable countenance. My only hope of redemption
Is the pilgrimage to Canterbury with an old lady and her seven daughters.
Perchance my journey will give me a purpose, for I lost the will to live
And the inner corner of my mind rumbles, attempting to persuade me
I should assuage my pain with a slender knife.
And the rest is with providence.
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The Nihilist Lament
ActionA young merchant name Walter has lost a purpose for living. He is on a pilgrimage to Canterbury. He meets an Old Hag who offers him a purpose: to kill people so they may be his servants in his kingdom in the afterlife. Walter begins to kill and he s...
