Twenty Two!

Messiah?

There lived a man
Who could sell sand in the desert
And weave it into magical.
He wrote tales after tales
Of his lifetime
Like a debacle so natural
He became the myth of the tribe.
The mothers taught their kids,
The story of a man-
Who led rain in the drought
But made snow fall black.
The world was forced
To bow down right where he stands
Just they didn't understand,
The aura he emanates.
The story was around,
Of his soul of a hound
Powerful yet restricting,
He lived off his glory
But valued his surroundings.
He once helped the night,
Took it as a challenge
To put it away,
Come what may- the world said
But the night was drawn,
And matched his steps
Until he took her to the horizon
And saved the day.
The legend says,
He became the man of world
Lived through the cuts
And bled like last day on Earth.
Stories after stories,
But no evidences to proof
He worked in silence
And let the elders rule.
The softest soul
To grace the dessert
Some called him,
Their messiah.
People talked,
How they felt strong-
Rejuvenated and revived
Only when he was nearby.
Theories suggested he was a light,
In the dark brazen world
But none could figure out,
His existence.
So he lived a myth,
A power-
Weaving lives
And creating magic.