I heard the gallops piercing the heart of darkness
My sheep looked worried as I stopped playing my harp
I saw the chariot; I saw them.
Who are they?? Knights?? Scholars?? Noble Men??
They wore camel’s fur and velvet.
Egyptian pearls and Persian stones lavished their blue and violet silks.
Their scarlet satin shawls were flying in the air like the waves in river Pedra.
The mighty horses wheezed in front of me, My dog barked
I heard my sheep bleating out of fear.
“Hail the Emperor, Glory to his Empire”!!!
Hey young musician!! Shepherd of this feeble flock,
Take us to his majesty for we hail from the East.
My sheep cried as I entered the chariot.
My dog growled and stood up.
As I raised my hand,he stayed back.
The charioteer wore a leather coat;
His cap had an eagle’s feather on it.
His eyes were sharp, I couldn’t look into them.
As he pulled the bridle, the horses whined and clattered the darkness.
Heard they hunt mountain wolves for clothes, the knights said.
“Just to protect our herd your majesty” I replied
Play your Celtic harp as we haven’t entered the cobbled paths yet
The wise man’s voice shook my mind which was rambling in the valley with my sheep.
The misty breeze kissed my tunes, the gallops tore the silence of the night
“The moon is red and wind is wet, Persians wander in vast deserts
in search of the roman treasures, they will die in search of mirages,
their kids will saddle up their stallions to bring glory to their fathers”
I overheard them sigh.
“The souls of the thousands moaning inside the wrecked ship
in the deep oceans Will never give peace to the Kingdom of Greece;
let your majesty be freed from the curse” the oldest scholar prayed.
We traveled through the countryside.
My heart started pounding fast as I saw the maple tree In Mount Valera
I played my harp fast.
"This is the place where i lost everything.
Under that tree, I had become an orphan.
They left me in this mount and migrated to another country
My heart was weeping, One Knight touched my shoulder
He was smiling as if he could read my mind,
“He whispered”
“You have Euterpe’s sign on your heart
The muse of music has kissed your harp.
A cool breeze caressed my heart.
The gallops clattered the cobbled paths;
One knight stood up as they saw the walled City
The chariot stopped in front of the fort
“Walk back to your valley, let your harp adorn the nights.
The shortest knight took out a papyrus roll,
He touched my hair as I kneel down,
Let this tell you the secret of life;
Let this cure the internal pain you have been carrying since birth.
“You are free…you will find your way...”
Walk back to your valley..
We will meet you again. In eternity..
The iron gates opened for them
I saw their chariot disappearing…
I kept the papyrus roll close to my heart..
I walked to the valley…
