The Fables of Power – Old grudges, new costumes, timeless quarrels
📖 Epilogue: The Curtain Falls 🎭
The Fables of Power – Old grudges, new costumes, timeless quarrels
📖 Epilogue: The Curtain Falls 🎭
✍️ Author’s Note
The Fables of Power grew from the conviction that satire can explain politics more clearly than solemn speeches. By dressing leaders as witches, wolves, jesters, and knights, these stories strip away their pretences and reveal the old patterns beneath their new costumes. Each fable stands alone, yet together they form a storybook of our age — a mirror of folly, ambition, and fear.

🎭 “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.”
— William Shakespeare
The theatre darkens. The actors step back.
But though the curtain falls, the quarrels never end.
For beyond the stage, new witches stir cauldrons, new jesters juggle promises, and new mob bosses count their coins. The play is over — until it begins again.
And so, dear listener, you have heard the fables: of witches in palaces, jesters in gilded halls, wolves in sheep’s clothing, and knights who ride with gold and chains. You have met the Mob Boss with his hollow towers, the Mandarin who waits for the east wind, the Prophet who mistakes mirrors for light, and the Princess who hesitates while the world burns.
Do not think these are only tales for children, to be forgotten once the book is closed. For though the costumes change — broomsticks for microphones, castles for parliaments, scrolls for television screens — the players remain much the same.
The lesson is as old as the hills: fear is a flute too easily followed, pride a crown too easily worn, and power a spell too easily cast.
So walk carefully, reader, and keep your eyes open. For the stage of the world is never empty — and the next fable is already being written.
📌 Blog Excerpt
In the Fables of Power, politics dresses as fairy tales and history repeats itself in rhyme. Witches long for palaces, mob bosses build towers of lies, knights ride with bags of gold, and princesses hesitate while the world burns. Light enough to amuse, sharp enough to reveal — these tales remind us that the stage of the world is never empty.
WJJH. September, 2025