One day this will happen.
Your prince on a white horse will once come to you, though you will not hear him. You will not notice him in the human crowd, you will not open your doors when he will knock. You will not recognize him and let him enter, for you have not been waiting. True princes always come unexpectedly.
They need no heralds, announcing their arrival. They need no applause. Shouts of approval of others are not required for them. Even horses are necessary no more.
They always come on their own – with years of hard work and constant challenges they got used to relying only on own powers, they learned to trust themselves. You will not hear them far off on knocking of hoofs of their dashing horses, you will never see them caracoling. They have left white horses far behind of themselves, for without them they can move faster. They have rejected a gilt harness and a well-cared mane, they have refused convenient saddles. Now they always come on their own.
For that reason you will not recognize him, you will pass by.
If they towered proudly over the others on their graceful horses – they would be too appreciable. But they need no applause.
If they raced you on their snow-white horses – you would never forget this short journey together. But they need no dependence on them.
If they have offered you to marry them – you could not refuse. But they want to see others being free.
They denied this greatness. The stepped down from their horses. They became small princes.
And with time they got lost in a big crowd.
That is why you will not recognize him, for you have not known him. For you knew only big princes – too big to once become small ones. That is why you always look above your head, hoping to see big ones and never noticing the small. They became useless.
And still, they come. And still, they continue to knock on the door of yours, knowing that those doors will not be opened – for there is nobody inside to do it anymore.
And still, they hope that one day, lots of years after, you will remember that quiet knock you have heard so long ago, countless days before, but chosen not to open the door, for the unexpected visitor came in thunder-storm and you were too afraid to presoak your feet. Yes, you will remember it once – and smile, having understood, what sort of traveler was on the road.
Seldom, very seldom they come to those who could open the doors – but doors still stand closed – for there is no one to open them from the inside.
They have not died out. They have not vanished.
It is you who have killed your princes.
08.07.2006