The wounded Horse

“Why don’t you get off that horse, O king!”, she asked looking at him.

“I’ve tried! But unfortunately I can’t!”, the king sounded dejected.

“And why is it so? Look, I have this nice looking, amber eyed, white skinned, fierce white horse. His name is LOVE. You and I can ride together, for a time FOREVER, on this road of LIFE.”

“That is where it all starts, O lady! That is where it all starts.”, the king further drowned in dejection.

“From what I’ve heard coming through the distant land, you seem to be the best match for riding this horse with! Then why is it so, O King, that you are strapped to your horse? What is so special about this horse? His looks are far from matching your stature. He seems like a warrior wounded in a battlefield, with no eyes, filled with regret, despair and what not.”, the queen said.

” Looks never matter, O lady, not when you fall for the soul. And a warrior even though wounded always remains a warrior! This horse that I ride goes by the name, GUILT. I know too strange for a name and neither close to competition with your horse. But! Never mind…”, the king started marching ahead not wanting to wait anymore.

But the queen was determined. She wanted to know everything about him. She loved him, from the moment the news of his arrival had touched her room. All these years, that her LOVE, had waited in the STABLE, was going to have a ride, she had thought. She followed him…

“O dear King! Please Wait! I want to know why such a ruler of hearts doesn’t want to ride LOVE with me. I want to know why is he so attached to his GUILT. What is it that the mighty king is afraid of?”, she asked.

“It won’t be of any use. Moreover, I don’t want to put you in any kind of disappointment for I….”, he stopped talking and went on with his GUILT.
The queen took her LOVE and blocked GUILT and KING’S way asking the king again, wanting to know his story.

The king sighed and sensing there was no way out, he started.
“As they say, Ruler of Hearts!, it feels good you know, but when this ruler can’t ride a Queen’s LOVE, that’s when it all begins. I don’t know if you’ve heard of this but there were times that I went through when Queens I loved, the horses LOVE that I actually rode with all my heart, on this LIFE road, abruptly died. When it happens once, you can understand but the same thing happening again, that is when things change. And every time that me and the queen got down of this dead horse, LOVE, parting our ways, this wounded horse GUILT always waited for me on the crossroads of LIFE.”

Reference : https://thepogonophilic.wordpress.com/2017/12/07/the-wounded-horses/