The dawn of sounds sparkled fantasies
Combining unfathomable events
With eloquent skills, for stories to be told
Handed down, for the next to know,
Myths and legends, knowledge of the past.
Gods and creatures to explain
The change of seasons the balance
Of harmonies the weather, where and how
The fruits grow, preys hide, fire is stored.
Sophisticating tools sounds turn into words,
Early images replaced with history and news reports
From caves to boxes, from walls to screens,
For stories to be told, moulded lies
To assume legitimate shape and form,
For others to unknow, truths of reality
Camouflaged to manipulate, delicately force
Quiet creatures to listen and adapt.
As those who speak rule, and those who don’t
Follow, as stories become opinions
Myths and legends die in silence.
[Featured painting: The Storyteller, 1880, Oil Painting by Ludwig Knaus]