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Curse of the Three Ladies (Poem + External Analysis)

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A group of dancers.

Three ladies appear before you,

Yet none you can truly choose,

Only to observe and contemplate,

Until death reaps you too.

The first is the Lady of Earth,

The most important one,

For the Earth is where we all live,

And sustain our living existence.

She has condemned you,

To carry the Sin of Irrelevancy,

And thus, you've sworn to prove her wrong.

The second is the Lady of Shadows,

She lacks the words,

Even though she can communicate well.

She will put you in mutual silence,

Just to be met with another of it.

Because of that, she remains in the dark,

Not even sincerity can break her awkward arc.

The final – the Lady of Madness,

She is thirsty for everything that includes

The energy of life.

Even though she was young at the time,

She fantasized so dearly about being

A mother and a wife.

This one is not for you,

For philosophy, you truly only bow.

There is an extra one, who is excluded,

Because her existence was the only

Who wasn't denied?

Who was not, by life, put aside?

She is the Lady of Following,

Because even if months will pass,

She will return to you without a final goodbye,

And you lack the memory to remember why.

At all these ladies, you observe,

Yet none you are able to truly serve.

None of them will you able to truly deserve,

Since the world does not work like this,

Unless you are of certain nobility,

And then your life will be far privileged,

Than it is for thee.

Still, there is something that they all in common have,

And that is, to remind you, of your solitary path.

Some will dedicate, some will desert,

- Your path is here for the Earth to save.

If something that they all in common have,

Is the fact that no one owes you anything,

And can depart whenever they please.

You've once cried, you've once became depressed,

But now you can be, partially, at ease,

As you are no longer oppressed,

At the thought of being alone once again,

For you were alone all your life,

And thus there is nothing new to gain.

The face is shaved, the face is cleaned,

But the beard and moustache will be remembered,

Will be seen;

If irrelevancy is a sin,

Then one will at least try oneself

Through philosophizing, to redeem.

Then, eternal rest will eventually arrive,

And at your final moments you will know,

That there is truly nothing, left to show.

It will be then that the world will remember,

That the Curse of the Three Ladies,

Is no longer a feature, a member;

It will die along with you,

For your life's a burden, to be born,

And only in true accomplishment, true resolution,

In your legacy's flame,

It will be burned,

And be torn,

And be burned,

Until there will be no one left to read,

When even the Tenkai Star will not be one's heed.


It is too early to die.

As long as I can write,

Something may meet the world's eye.

SHE might even finally realize,

How dumb of her it had been,

To regard me as irrelevant as mice.

She will understand, yes, it might come, the day,

Where, with my words, conquer this world, I may.


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Tomasio A. Rubinshtein, Philosocom's Founder & Writer

I am a philosopher from Israel, author of several books in 2 languages, and Quora's Top Writer of the year 2018. I'm also a semi-hermit who has decided to dedicate his life to writing and sharing my articles across the globe. Several podcasts on me, as well as a radio interview, have been made since my career as a writer. More information about me can be found here.

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