…and the government shall be upon his shoulders…
…he comes but to steal, kill and destroy…
…in the middle of the night, the enemy steals in to plant a seed…
PRESENT
The voice of a man cried from beneath the floor, rumbling despite the loud gongs and trembling drums. Many were they who made merry and danced to the rhythm of cymbals and flutes.
The King sat joyously on his pillow, elated that he had satisfied his guest. His long bushy hair decorated with a crown of gold and beside him, she was…unease and the hell of anger threatening to spill from her guts.
She smiled but inside, she was filled with rancor at the Jew below. He was but a fly and yet she couldn’t squash him. The King was on his side after all. She may be favored but she understood the dire consequences should she cross boundaries.
Her eyes glazed over as the Jew continued to cry out, “Repent for your sins!”
Like a never ending fire burning beneath her skin. Her hands fisted and shook, nails biting into flesh. Her cold blue eyes stony and brash.
“My Queen”
She snapped out of her trance of cruel sentences and bloody floors. She turned to find the King looking right at her.
“You’re not enjoying yourself.” He pointed
“I am, My Lord. I just have this headache that won’t go away.” She said with lowered eyes. She had always maintained the demeanor of a lady in distress. Her beauty melting the hearts of men and her maiden spirit luring them to care for her.
Right on cue, the King tipped her chin up with his finger.
“Do you want to rest?” His eyes held genuine concern.
The Queen smiled faintly, her spirit restless. She could use this to an advantage. Get what she’s been wanting for a while. She opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by loud cheers. The King glanced away towards the cause of the noise and his attention remained lost.
His daughter, clothe in the finest of silk and costliest of diamonds, bangles and sapphire, a veil over her face and rich mane of golden locks. The Queen watched her beloved get taken by the poise and grace of their daughter, his eyes lighting up like several galaxies. Pride evident in his countenance.
The Queen smiled to herself. Maybe she had gotten her chance…
…cry out to your god, he may be asleep or on a trip…
…the Lord sent the Ravens to feed him…
…and he was caught up in a chariot of fire…
PAST
I will not rest until your head falls from your shoulders. She cried out.
Many were the prophets taken. The perpetrator and her husband, the King, who had shunned the ways of his forefathers and the teachings of truth.
The blood of the innocent cried day and night before the feet of the Almighty. Heaven and Earth bearing witness to the purge of the evil Queen. Her heart was dark and her lips darker for she manipulated with words and had many under her spell.
However, as she plummeted from the building, being thrown down, she would not even fear death. Rather she cursed,
“…I will return and I will have your head!”
She became dog food. But the seed had been planted and watered in blood. For she believed in reincarnation and the rise of the dead. She practiced sorcery and knew the ways of the fire and smoke.
…who is to come!
…repent for your sins!
…I want his head on a platter.
PRESENT
The King joyously clapped as his daughter made him proud, putting on a display like no had seen in the whole of his kingdom. Then she finished, bowing to him in respect afterwards. The King got to his feet, high on wine and the feat of fatherhood.
“You are a star my child. Come. Come to father.” He said and he walked towards her.
“Tell me,” he took her palm in his, “ask for anything and it is yours. Even till half of my Kingdom.”
The young woman searched her father’s eyes and knew he would do as he said. On instinct, she looked to her mother, the Queen, who sat quietly behind the King. A slight raise in brows and one sly wink later, the girl echoed,
“On a platter, I want the head of the Jew.”
Silence! Unbelief!! Realization!!!
The King turned to look at his wife who gave him doe eyes but he knew better. He knew. That’s why he was so inclined to her in the first place. Her beauty. Her spirit. Her cunning. It was all that seductiveness that made him take her for himself; her - his brother’s wife. The sole reason why the Jew was imprisoned.
The King was saddened greatly because he had come to like the Jew. Despite his constant judgements, he brought a peace to his heart that all his riches couldn’t. And not just that, the people liked this man greatly. But right now, he had made a promise, publicly.
…I shall have your head!
…a voice cries in the wilderness…
…chariot of fire…
Holy Scriptures!
…resist him and he shall flee…
PAST
The fire burned unforgiving in the pits. Men and women bound in chains, bruised and beaten. Broken and clawed by beings best hidden from the human eye.
The Queen, crawled on her knees, her garment soiled and skin shriveled like that of an old woman. Within the burning depth of her soul, the chant…
“I will return. I will avenge. I will take his head.”
And with that passion, blazing deep within her, she struck a deal with the Prince of the world. Her soul for his head.
She returned, clothe in the skin of another, locked within the spirit of another, given the name of another. And she grew, waiting…waiting…and waiting… for him to come. And come he did.
PRESENT
The King gave the order and the Jew was silenced. His head served on a platter. The Queen was satisfied. The past and the present colliding into one. The soul of a woman damned to eternal death and suffering. Yet, she was happy. Satisfied. For the sword had fallen and vengeance executed…
For the Dreem-WOTW I was inspired when I saw the topics. I was also inspired to spin this from the story of Ahab and Jezebel, Herod and Herodias. It came as an inspiration from a teaching I heard which explained a whole lot about past and present. This is a Faction. Something I saw with my minds' eye.
And I couldn’t help but ascribe the whole hatred of Jezebel and Herodias for the things of God to a flame; one that never goes out. Because the passion was an ember that never died. There was no redemption for those two. And it made me see how hatred can be so consuming it leads us to the loss of our souls.
Hatred stems from many things including jealousy, envy, anger, etc. And I was just caught up with the image of these women being so similar. Way too similar. I just had to bring this story in my head to life.
Waw. Reading and imagining the sound it will bring in vocals, with a background sound taking the soul to depths of reasoning. Vengeance is indeed too much a burden, though satisfying for a moment, it only leads the soul to the path of eternal doom.
True that. Thank you 😊 you have one helluva imagination too
This is similar to the event surrounding the death of John the Baptist. I really enjoyed the fictional application to the story line but religiously speaking the story seems a little fixated on the act of vengeance of the queen towards the Jews.
Displaying both the past and the present makes it feel like watching a movie, a videography imagination, watching both flash backs and current occurrence at the same time.
At first, not really knowing where the story was navigating to, I felt probably the queen felt a uncomfortable with the torturing of the Jews but it turns that, it was exactly what she wanted.
I'm amazed by your creative imagination.
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That was the point I was coming from. This is a story of vengeance and wickedness as the Bible calls it. Thank you 😊
This was an amazing read and the fact that you got your motivation from bible stories makes it even more intriguing. Likening the hatred to flames was just genius. The setting, the follow-up, your wordplay, everything was just in sync. You did amazing lovely✨
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Thank you so much 😊
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Jezebel and Herodias. Ahab and Herod. Two couples with so many unknowing similarities. An unsuspecting husband who lets the words of his wife sway him against his own will into committing evil and wives who use their beauty and cunning to exact revenge on their enemies through their seemingly clueless husbands.
I loved the Biblical way you twisted your story and the way you took us back into the past with your plot.
This is amazing Dee.🌺
Thank you Babe. Hehehe
hi D, please could you re-source your images as the links take us just to the image instead of to the dedicated image pages showing the photographer's accreditation 🤗
Ohhhhh. Sorry. Will do that now. Thank you
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Yes! They chose evil and it’s damning!