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Pyramus and Thisbe
Ilusstration of Pyramus
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Two Hearts. One Wall. A Love Beyond Death.
In a city of rules and stone,
two hearts bloomed where none should.
two hearts bloomed where none should.
Pyramus and Thisbe.
Neighbors. Strangers. Soulmates.
Divided by blood, by family,
by a wall too ancient to question.
Neighbors. Strangers. Soulmates.
Divided by blood, by family,
by a wall too ancient to question.
But love is not polite.
It does not wait for permission.
It finds the cracks.
It does not wait for permission.
It finds the cracks.
And through one such crack,
they found each other.
they found each other.
Their hands could not meet.
But their voices did.
Their dreams did.
Their promises did.
But their voices did.
Their dreams did.
Their promises did.
And that was enough.
Until it wasn’t.
Until it wasn’t.
Listen and Become Part of the Story
Let the music draw you to the edge of their silence.
Feel the breath between bricks,
the longing between glances,
the weight of a world that would rather see them apart.
Feel the breath between bricks,
the longing between glances,
the weight of a world that would rather see them apart.
This is no fairytale.
No triumphant ending.
No triumphant ending.
It is a truth:
That some love stories are written not in ink,
but in sacrifice.
That some love stories are written not in ink,
but in sacrifice.
And even in death,
they found their vow unbroken.
they found their vow unbroken.
The Tale — A Crack in the Wall, A Bond Unseen
Pyramus and Thisbe lived in Babylon,
their houses joined,
but their hearts forbidden.
their houses joined,
but their hearts forbidden.
A wall between them.
A lifetime of silence ahead.
A lifetime of silence ahead.
But they found a way —
to speak, to dream, to plan.
They would meet beneath a tree.
They would run.
They would be free.
to speak, to dream, to plan.
They would meet beneath a tree.
They would run.
They would be free.
But fate misheard.
A veil left behind.
A lion’s mark.
A sword drawn too soon.
A love cut in half.
A lion’s mark.
A sword drawn too soon.
A love cut in half.
When Thisbe found him fallen,
she did not flee.
She followed.
she did not flee.
She followed.
Not out of despair,
but devotion.
but devotion.
And so they died
not as strangers,
but as one.
not as strangers,
but as one.
The Legend Behind — The First Forbidden Lovers
The tale of Pyramus and Thisbe is one of the oldest tragic love stories in recorded literature,
told by Ovid in his Metamorphoses.
told by Ovid in his Metamorphoses.
Long before Shakespeare penned Romeo and Juliet,
this Babylonian legend warned:
That sometimes, the greatest enemy of love is fear —
and that walls, once raised, rarely fall in time.
this Babylonian legend warned:
That sometimes, the greatest enemy of love is fear —
and that walls, once raised, rarely fall in time.
In “Pyramus and Thisbe”, we do not glorify the ending.
We sing of the truth:
That even death cannot silence what was real.
We sing of the truth:
That even death cannot silence what was real.
Featured Quote
"The wall could not hear us.
But the stars did.
And they still carry our names."
But the stars did.
And they still carry our names."