"THE MAN AND HIS ANCIENT LYRE"
(read from the Creepypasta Wiki)
If you go to Italy, there are many different
temples and tombs that have writings and drawings
written on the aged stone walls of the ruins
themselves. There are many interesting stories
that were written in the temples of Rome.
One temple in particular, which no longer
stands, told me a story about a man. A man
and his ancient Lyre. There was once a man
who lived in the city of Rome itself. He was
a farmer who worked hard during the day. He
never became a husband, nor a father. Once
in a while, the man would walk around the
city of Rome with a large bag in his hands.
Inside the bag was grains and crops that he
gave to the poor whenever he had too much
to make food out of them. He was a generous
man, and he was known to almost everyone in
Rome. Even the king and queen liked this man.
The man was widely known for being a kind,
nice man. He owned no slaves, but sometimes,
his neighbors would come by to help with taking
care of the crops. The man would even give
some of his crops to those who helped him.
There was something else the man was known
for.
The people believed he was a God.
Some believed he was the son of Apollo, God
of music and healing. The man did the very
same thing every night, whenever the moon
was at its brightest and the stars were at
their most, the man would climb the tallest
structure in Rome, and play his ancient Lyre.
The people in Rome believed it was the same
Lyre that Apollo wielded himself.
Whenever the man played, babies would stop
crying, brothers and sisters would stop fighting,
slaves would stop working, families would
go outside to listen to the music. Other players
of diverse instruments would gather around
the tallest structure where the man stood,
they would play in tune with the man, but
the Lyre stood out of all the instruments.
Groups of people would be in all the streets
of Rome, lighting their torches.
Soon, all of Rome was orange with the lit
color of fire, and awoken to the sound of
pure music. The music could be heard many
miles away, but only faintly. The music calmed
the body, and when the music stopped, you
would have felt the most horrible feeling.
Your body would once again be tense and at
work, and you would notice it.
The music from the Lyre made the old feel
young again. It turned sand into grains, boulders
into bread, it made the blind see, and the
deaf able to hear again. It kept away disease,
and made dead plants alive once again. He
was the blessing of Rome. Many believed he
was a God, Apollo himself. They believed he
was immortal.
But they were wrong.
On a hot summer night, a thief broke into
the house owned by the man himself. The thief
was jealous of the man, he wanted his Lyre.
He believed if he successfully stole the Lyre,
he would be as popular as the man himself.
He killed the man in his sleep and took the
Lyre for himself. The thief dropped the blood
of the man onto his Lyre. The thief believed
it would bless the Lyre. With his bronze knife,
he slowly and carefully dripped a pattern
onto the Lyre, made from the blood of the
man. The thief escaped from a window and ran
out the doors of Rome. He was never seen again.
For five years, the citizens of Rome mourned
and sobbed with grief for the man. Plagues
flooded the city of Rome, women and children
died, plants and crops slowly withered and
died, grains and fresh foods rotted and became
infested. Rivers made the people sick. The
citizens of Rome committed cannibalism even.
But it never happened. It was in their heads.
Overtime, Rome slowly turned into desolate
ruins and tombs, even the house the man had
owned crumbled away, however, the tallest
structure in Rome still stood, and it still
stands today.
If you ever go to Rome, go to the ruins at
night when the moon is at its brightest and
the stars are at their most.
If you listen close enough, you might hear
the sound of an ancient Lyre.
NARRATOR:
To those of you still listening, you may find
this little tidbit most interesting:
As one reviewer (called Poppinfresh) on the
CPWiki mentioned, Apollo was not only the
god of the Sun, but also the god "for ill
health and plague". Make of that what you
will when you think back on this story...
Cheers, y'all~!
