A tale with a tall

History has many eyes,

devouring fact, spitting out bones

Victorious predator, truth does disguise

stifling vanquished moans

Beast that lives and dies

some grow a folk tail

When fed, a baby legend cries

Birthed in a breeze turned into a gale

Now myth, a phoenix that never dies

Spawned from a discarded egg

From ashes it does arise

It stands without a leg

A book full of holes

Plastic, man made trolls

Worshiped saints shaped of play dough

God's rumbling voice in a tornado

The ark from Mesopotamian rain

Baby Moses stole Osiris' name

If not for Mithra there'd be no Christ

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Legends and myths and history....they interact with each other...and the tales grow taller on down the line.
And then we have history, but how much can we believe?
I like the phoenix part and that discarded egg.
Interesting allegory you present here.
j.

[Soren]

Thanks so much Jacob your words mean a great deal and are cherished.

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful work. And the legends are born.

[Soren]

Thanks Thomas I appreciate it.

[JD Major]

Substance, Depth! To the victors go the legends, the myth. Heroes, idols, born of ashes and spin.
A Great Write, Soren!

[Soren]

Thanks so much for the read and comment they are deeply valued JD