It was late at night . Some stars were shining in the firmament when I listened to a heartbreaking lamentation, a crying with great anguish and desolation.

As I came closer, I heard that the voice was saying: " What a pity! what a pity! I feel so sorry! My friend has died. He helped me so much, he gave me so much! He was such a noble and dedicated gentleman. What a pity, what a pity! Who can support me now?

He was the only one, fervent, careful, most appreciated and respected by everybody. Oh what a pity, what a great pity! Nobody can replace him. I feel so sad on having lost such a great element. What a great pain that my only friend left. We shared so many things, mischief, adventures.

What a pain and desolation, it does not seem possible that he has died.

After listening to all this, I guessed that the noble gentleman, the one who has died, was a dedicated and polished person. And thinking and reflecting, I approached the grieving person,  and I was surprised by his appearance: His suit was black with red detailing. When he looked at me, I could see his deep, burning eyes, and he said: " Who are you?" 

I answered: "  Only the one who travels along this path. I heard your lamentation, your pain and crying. But tell me, who are you? Why do you have such an strange appearance? Why are you crying?"

And he said: " I am the lord of darkness and I cry because of the death of a friend." "A friend?" I asked.

"Yes, a friend." But how can you cry for somebody that you say is noble, dedicated, careful, if you are all the opposite?"  I said.

And he answered: " You do not know about life.  Look, that man, who I am crying for, gave everything. And many other people -more than you can imagine, cry for him as well." Everything?" I asked.

 "Yes, he gave everything and the world knew him as a noble gentleman. But when he would close his doors, then, his true condition would show, since he was in true, clandestine. He would serve me because he would give me one thousand lives, but his appearance was like a feign saint. That is the reason that I cry, because such a hypocrisy is very difficult to match." 

Then, I understood that there are many mysteries in the world and in society. And what seems to us, to be good or better, can be different.

Then, I moved away from the lord of the darkness and I could understand his crying, since that dead man was his accomplice.

Even more, How many gentlemen who seem to be saints, have  the lord of darkness, as companion?

And I thought: " Not every crying comes from a noble heart."