“I’m just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood…”
~ The Animals, Don’t let Me Be Misunderstood
I have met him in many disguises, always the smooth talker, sometime the beautiful female seductress, sometime the innocent child.
I always see through his masks, but to give him credit, he’s trying hard to fool me, as well as everyone else.
That evening, in a remote quarter of the city that is sometimes called “Faust’s metropolis” – as it too often changes its looks – I got almost fooled, and yes, I admit, my guard was down.
He came to me as a young and very handsome beggar, and I listened to his words carefully, as I was intrigued and suspected an assassin.
I did not leave the beautiful eyes one instant, and expected the young man to draw a weapon of some sort, but no, he was offering the city to me – pure and simple: “I know you love this place” he said in the most melodious voice, upon which I replied: “It is not yours for giving, this is not the city of the Angels, nor is it the city of Satan, it is the city of the Archangel”, and I drew my sword.