Absolution and Shadows

Written by Miguel Santiago

In stark absolutes, a tale unfurls – an oblique fable of steel and shadows. Crowned in courage, the knight, a vestige of honour, brother to the blade, their bond is written in the creeks of crimson tales.

Yet, lo, the compass of destiny turns – a dance with the riotous whisper of chaos. His sword relinquished to the voracious jaws of fate, with each tick of the cosmic clock, resolve wavers, stalwart hero unsheathed.

Kingdom of stone and sentiment, shrouded in anticipation, an invisible chess game played, their king ensnared in threads of inevitability. Each stone castle, each blade of grass, transitively suspended, in crepuscular silence, the land lies in dormant vigil, petrified whispers among muted architectures and anxious skies.

Twilight’s requiem descended, the enemy, draped in imminent doom, the torrent of storm brushed across the king’s stern face. Upon the cresting wave of uncertainty, he clung to the frayed tapestry of hope. Unseen yet unforgotten, the loyal knight – unbowed in the labyrinth of dread interlaced with shimmering shards of courage, an enigma unfolded, mirroring the obsidian sky – studded with indifferent stars. The knight, now in dishonour’s embrace, is a paradox in the scripture of valour. He is located in the machinery of destiny, the sword – his truth, his justice.

The king, a silhouette against the crumbling edifice, the town’s heartbeat syncopated. Heavy was the crown, heavier still, tales of a…