The
Shakespearean Lesson.
I.
They
were fighting, playing every ball.
The
young contester and the master.
The
crowd loved the game. Every single point.
II.
The
young player fought to win like it were for his life.
The
master fought not to lose his title.
The
crowd just loved it, every single pain between them.
III.
The
master tried to control the game but was unable. He was old.
The
young player was fierce, all powerful, all a beast. Young.
The
crowd loved the spectacle of a downfall. A tragedy.
Epilogue. The Shakespearean Lesson.
The
young player won at last. And started crying.
Asked
why was he crying, when he had won, he replied:
He was my King. I am the next King. Now my fall is next.
He was my King. I am the next King. Now my fall is next.
The life... Death and rebirth.
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