Poetry in Narrative.

Two Horns and a Ram.

Two Horns and a Ram.

I heard a story of long ago.

Before castle, before king.

Before the first rays of light.

Before the birds would sing.

A tale of heavens glory

and hell's fiery gate.

A tale of laughter and love,

now turned to greed and hate.

A tale of twin sons born.

A sacrifice for the ram.

Although both were as angels;

one was for man.

The first pure white

full of grace,

now where time is not

he hides in disgrace.

The other peaceful.

His temple remains whole.

Still mentioned today,

in Holy book and Scroll.

A golden tale, where once,

neither one would hide.

Most eventually change,

through vanity or pride.

The tale had merit.

As most often do.

Though most I found fictional;

this much I believed to be true.

For every good that is seen

a portion of it is evil.

So do not drink to fast

or your cup will spill.

Now you may discard this tale

for its lack of any proof,

at least reach into your own heart,

and there, you may find the truth.

A.o.R.