Fiction logo

Sad lyre

In the beginning, only God could invent musical instruments, and only God could play beautiful music.

By JulianPublished 2 years ago 3 min read
Like

Sad lyre

In the beginning, only God could invent musical instruments, and only God could play beautiful music.

Later, many mortals appeared one after another, and their artistic attainments were so transcendent that they could stand up to the gods who knew the rhythm. Among these mortals, the most outstanding was Overs. Except for gods, Overs is incomparable in the world. When he sings to the sound of the piano, nothing can resist him. His singing not only moves living things, but even non-living things cheer up. The rocks roll because of him, and the rivers are diverted for him.

Once, he sailed on the sea in a boat. When the heroes on the boat felt exhausted, or had difficulty paddling, he played the harp, and the beautiful melody would lift their spirits, paddle hard, and beat the wind and waves.

Later, he met Uridisi, and he proposed to his beloved girl with the beautiful sound of the piano. No girl could resist the charm of his singing. So they got married. Unfortunately, the loving life of their husband and wife was very short. Shortly after the wedding, the bride and groom were walking in the grass when they were bitten by a poisonous snake, and she just left. Overs, so devastated that he could not bear the loss of his wife. He was determined to venture to the underworld in an attempt to bring back Uridisi. So he embarked on a terrible trip to hell.

He played the lyre, and all the ghosts listened intently; the guard dog relaxed his guard; the terrible revenge Muse shed tears for the first time. Overs, singing: "Oh! God who rules the underworld, all those born in the womb must come back to you, all the lovely things will eventually be thrown into your arms, you are the creditor who will be paid forever, our stay in the world is only short, and then we will always belong to you forever, but I am looking for someone who came too early, like a flower that has not bloomed and a bud has been plucked, I try to endure my loss, but I can't stand it, the god of love is too strong God, O king! You know, if the old legend is true, then the Hundred Flowers will have seen Persia, and the Phoenix has been ravaged by hot hands, please weave for sweet Eurydice that was taken too quickly from the knitting machine of life, oh! I have only one little wish, you just lend her to me, not give her. Once her life is over, she will still belong to you. "

No one could refuse his request under the magic of his singing. He brought the stone-hearted Yama to tears and ordered Hades to grant his request.

They summoned Eurydice and handed her over to him, but they also made a condition: when she followed him, he must not look back at her until he reached the sun. So they came to the place that could take them out of the darkness, and kept climbing upwards. He knew that she must be behind him, but he was very eager to look back to see if it was true. But because of the conditions, he held back. Later, they were almost on the verge of reaching the sun, and the darkness gradually turned gray. He couldn't bear it any longer and turned to meet his lover, but he turned too early, and she was still in hell!

When he saw that she was still in the darkness, he opened his hand to hug her. At this moment, she fell into the black abyss and disappeared again, and all he heard in his hall was a vague voice: "Goodbye!"

He tried desperately to follow her back into the darkness, but couldn't get through. The gods would not allow him to go to Hades while he was alive. In extreme misery, he was forced to return to the world alone. Later, he abandoned all his friends and wandered alone in the wilderness, with the harp as his only solace. He kept playing, and his only significant others - rocks, rivers, and trees, listened with great pleasure. Finally, a group of Mina came to him, they killed the gentle musician, cut him to pieces, his head went down with the waves, was found by Muse, and buried it in an island in the sanctuary. To this day, the cry of the local nightingale is more melodious than that of other nightingales.

Short Story
Like

About the Creator

Julian

Like to share all kinds of stories, love adventure.

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments

There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment

    Find us on social media

    Miscellaneous links

    • Explore
    • Contact
    • Privacy Policy
    • Terms of Use
    • Support

    © 2024 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.