THE KING WHO WOULD NOT BOW!
In the ancient land of Aramelle, there ruled a king named Aderon. His palace touched the clouds, his armies filled valleys, and his treasures glittered like stars. Yet his heart was harder than the iron gates of his throne room.
Prophets came to him.
A poor widow stood before him with tears.
A shepherd boy sang warnings in the streets.
A traveling preacher cried, “Turn, O king! Pride leads to destruction. Mercy waits for you.”
But King Aderon laughed.
“Repent? I am king. I answer to no one.”
Years passed. His pride grew like a mountain. He silenced the prophets, mocked the prayers of the righteous, and trusted only his crown.
Then one night, without trumpet or warning, death came.
His crown fell. His breath left. His body lay cold.
And Aderon awoke… in darkness.
Flames rose like angry waves. Voices cried in regret. Chains clanged like thunder. The king screamed, “Where is my throne? Where are my guards?”
A voice answered from the fire,
“Your throne was mercy. You refused it.”
He remembered the widow. The shepherd boy. The preacher. The many chances.
He fell to his knees, crying,
“Please! Just one more chance! I will repent! I will bow!”
But the flames only roared louder.
“No second chance,” the voice said.
“Time was given. Pride refused.”
The mighty king who never bowed on earth now knelt forever in regret.
And through his tears he whispered,
“If only… I had listened.”
Moral:
Pride closes the door, mercy opens. Today is the day to repent, for tomorrow is not promised.



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