Beneath shadowed skies, a mother’s silent hope flickers—a secret smuggled through bitter walls. A commander’s heart clenches, torn between duty and mercy. A newborn cloaked in destiny, whispered into a shepherd’s arms, vanishing into a quiet exile.
Beneath shadowed skies, a mother’s silent hope flickers—a secret smuggled through bitter walls. A commander’s heart clenches, torn between duty and mercy. A newborn cloaked in destiny, whispered into a shepherd’s arms, vanishing into a quiet exile.
From the eastern stairs of the Apadana of Persepolis, this frieze shows a lion attacking a bull. While the frieze dates to the C6th-C5th BCE, the imagery is much older and symbolically connected with the Indo-Iranians from the 4th millennium BCE.
I took as token of surrender
Strange gifts received from silent sender:
A mouse, five arrows, frog and bird.
He walked away without a word,
Requiring no acute retort.
But soon I learned their true import:
That we’d be wise to swim or fly
Or hide… else in five days we die.
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Good morning #histodons this looks really fascinating.
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https://www.britishmuseum.org/exhibitions/luxury-and-power-persia-greece