Discord: More than Beasts - Less than Gods

by B27321

Some Stories must be told and this is one such tale. Of
grandfather the Wulf and The Garden of Eden, breeding pen, that
it was. Bred for what though, Slaves to mine and rape the Earth,
our Mother. Are we not her children, Does not Intellect alone,
separate us from our Brethren the Beast. The Titans told it true,
for we were bred and domesticated, not to have any Natural
means of Defense, but our Mind, again why.
To Covet first the Apple and then thy Brothers’,
for then and only then, did They know, we were ready to be set
loose upon the World? Darwin traced it true, water the Origin of
our Species. For Silver and Gold do not tarnish, lovely are they to
Behold. The Brothers Cain and Abel, For Thought/After Thought,
the Parody still Humors me. We had to shed our skin/our
defenses, The Snake you say.
For what differentiates us from our Brothers the
Beasts, the Ability to convey thoughts and actions, the Word. Do
we not domesticate livestock? Institute breeding programs, do we
not school Beasts. To do what we cannot or do not wish to do.
Could we, not be set upon the same tasks? Do all the old stories
tell the same tale? What a story that would be? Would it tell of our
Origins and our rise? Would it tell us why, the same Motifs, Echo
down the Halls of Time.
Would we even now in this day and age accept the Lessons that
they teach, Parables, Metaphors? What is the underlining
message, what vein runs true? The tale I am about to unfold, may
be true. I will let you, judge for yourself. How much Whim, how
much Fancy. It begins with the dark and loneliness of Space, so
like the depths of our great Oceans. An irony that I hope is not
lost on you. Depths we have barely scratched, why I ask is it so.
It begins with Slavery and the dissatisfaction that
it brings. It begins with those that first taught us the taste of the
Bit, to Yoke the Beast and later thy Brother. We all know, man
was Created, but for What, A reflection of Who. Shall I tell you,
will these words ever be seen by another? Will they be
considered the drug induced ravings of madness? For I have
known the Taste of the Needle. The Siren Song of lies she sings,
only for you if you have enough. Twirling upon the edge, dancing
the Dream, as you dig It in. I only know. I must commit this to
paper. In hopes that a more enlightened mind then mine can
fathom the possibilities.

Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

44 pages, Kindle Edition

First published July 23, 2013

Reviews

[Cliff Wallace · Rating 5 out of 5]

I May
be Biased
#B27321
but I
Thought
It was
an Excellent
Read.

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