{"id":221,"date":"2010-08-18T16:55:30","date_gmt":"2010-08-18T20:55:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thefourpartland.com\/blog\/?p=221"},"modified":"2010-08-18T16:55:30","modified_gmt":"2010-08-18T20:55:30","slug":"writers-carnival-city-of-sadness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/thefourpartland.com\/blog\/?p=221","title":{"rendered":"Writer's Carnival: City of Sadness"},"content":{"rendered":"

This particular story was inspired by a friend of mine, and is as much poetry as prose. Or at least tries to have tendencies in that direction. It’s also rather short. I do hope you enjoy it. It’s also the first of my three entries into the Writer’s Carnival<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n

\tIt was the city of sadness, where men wore their hearts on their sleeves. It was the city of sadness, where bells tolled a long lament. It was the city of sadness, where mourning was in vogue.<\/p>\n

\tMen walked to and fro along the busy streets, murmuring kind passages to one another. Men walked to and fro along the busy streets, heads bowed and tears streaming. Men walked to and fro along the busy streets, united in their grief.<\/p>\n

\tAlong a street of silken glass, the tears they all did flow. Down and down through the city they ran, slipping out to sea. And there they were lost and swept away, a gift to the bright blue ocean.<\/p>\n

\tMen wore robes, lists of what they mourned. Some were long and some were short, and all were black as night. They grieved and questioned and wondered why, and read one another’s robes. And then they stopped and argued by the merits of great sadness.<\/p>\n

\tMerits they came and merits they went, and the argument it wandered forth. And some men found that sadness helped not at all, and so they excised it from their conscience. They danced and laughed and swore and fought, and mocked those in robes of night.<\/p>\n

\tAnd so the city split apart, in blocks of day and night. Sadness waxed and sadness waned, ever hidden from light. And those without the heart’s great gift, they pandered and they prayed, yet found life ill fulfilling.<\/p>\n

\tAnd so one by one they slipped away, into their robes of mourning. And thus the city of sadness stood evermore, a citadel against the morning.<\/p>\n

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