A Monument to a Murdered Love
A Monument to a Murdered Love
The walks with my ghost on beautiful mornings were taken.
On late afternoon evenings, the walk goes to the sad night.
“Sad nights?” Asked my ghost.“ I think the harvest was good.”
Said my ghost. Yes, my ghost words always mirror the truth.
His words, phrases, speeches, biography of life, the Titan.
He is the realized eternity of sharp knowledge, the blade of life.
He is the first demon, his time more than endless, with no beginning.
The hidden and secret helper of living mortals, the ruler of light and dark.
The best friend, master of life, life-leader, and shaper, spiritual power.
These walk talks were taken in ancient places, in beautiful graveyards.
In cemeteries and old woods. Mystery and mysticism are our lives.
One time, we walked into the inner darkness of a cemetery,
and we found something,
something that was not earthly. The sight was strange, interesting.
In the middle of the cemetery in a valley, a beautiful and imposing monument stood
A memorial. Old designed, gothic style, and a bit Victorian. black marble,
and an incredible wrought iron fence around this so high, timeless grave monument.
“Do you know what this is?” Asked my demon. “Yes, a monument,” I answered.
“Sure. Here are the earthly remains of your love. Your eternal love, the only one.
What was destroyed here by psychologists?” Said the ghost. “Is she here too?” I asked.
“No. She left your heart. She is not here. This building is the embodiment of love.
This love closed into this monument. There is no door, no key, and no stairs to go down.
The past, what is only a memory of the past time and years, and age is just an illusion.
But so painful.
This love, what was honest, was born from a heart, pure and noble, and still lives. Here, just here.
Sometimes love can’t exist in this world. This world is a nice and marvelous place, but not all the time.
No, no. Unfortunately, the mind and will of the world can change too easily. And that’s irresponsibility. Cruel behavior.
Here, in the life story of this deceased person, of this victim of self-interest, we can see the present level of human love.
My dear audience, I said, I noted this. Self-interest. This is horrific. To love someone selfishly? Unfortunately, it's happened.
That’s why this guy is buried here. That’s why you are standing in front of your grave now. My friend, my student, your love was pure. Rest in Peace!
Never give up! Don’t be sad, disappointed, don't cry! You will rise! We Will Rise Again!”
Consoled me
My demonic friend
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Vilmos Zoltan Galyo
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