A Morality Tale 170618

He stole the lie

and made it whole

within himself, thus extracting

a heavy toll upon

those seeking a way.

Some called him a

prophet but he never

cared except to reach

it first, but without

the peril and pitfall

bestowed upon those

willing and daring; after

all, it was his

prize alone and not

theirs. He saw it

first, and he desired

it most. So he

sewed them all within

his trawling net until

he had so many —

a few had to

be let go. And

they either disappeared or

caused him grief

for a taste can

be an inescapable aphrodisiac.

But he won out

in the end, after

many long struggles and

false trails. Yet his

triumph was short-lived

in the end, for

the truth was the

lie was immortal while

he was fleshly bound.

So, now the lie

endures and his glory

is gone, buried with

him. And the truth

lies waiting until the

next one comes along

and claims it.

 

© 2017 L. Tafa

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Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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