With upraised fists and chants of Revolution does great change happen. Bergen once said, “Great changes are easier than small ones”, but what he has forgot is the volatility of tradition. Iconoclasts are heroes when History judges their conduct. Yet unknown to us all is that the heroes need villains to be more than mere men.
“What can you do with a queen who refuses to be served?” a simple man once muttered intently, “A man in a hat is no champion without an audience!” As the hands shrouded in steel pierce the night sky, the lust for blood has caused men to loose their control. Revolutionaries march to unseat the dignitaries, and yet when they themselves gain power they are without direction. When defined by a fight, what is to be done when it is over?
No curtain calls for those on thrones when the night of anarchy descends. Blood runs in the street and emotions paint the walls as we seek to determine what is of value. Succession to succession and power changes hands– much like funds in the hand of a bookie. “Life is a gamble, so you might as well be holy. What can it hurt to miss a jolly or two in comparison to forever?”
A circular cycle of reigning and revolution. The queen is forgotten and the ship of state sails on… maybe she will see her error and the people will welcome her back. After the novelty wears off, the revolution loses its grandeur. Ostracized by those of might, the fighters lose their sway. The people are tired of blood! When we tire of change, we instead seek stability. And so the pendulum swings yet again as the noose is once more tightened.
Swaying in the breeze, the revolvers hang quietly. What was once the sway of power is now the drifting of the wind. One queen has been replaced by yet another, building a castle just to watch the last one fall. And the kingdom attempts a return to peace… yet boiling under the surface, the seeds of the next revolution are born.
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