mythology

  • A zebra’s stripes

    A zebra’s stripes

    The world was young, fresh and full of untold adventures. God was still sending down birds, beasts, trees and anything he could think of as His two favourite sons frolicked in the new Eden. It was but seven days since the beginning of time when a curious looking four-legged creature walked onto the scene, braying

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  • How watermelon got its seeds

    A fruit so divineSweet, fresh and burstingWith a rotund figure to protectThe juicy innerCould one truly enjoy the sweetWithout the taste of bitter?

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  • The never-ending tale of violence

    In a land far away, so far that you’d need to go by ship and wait until you reached the end of the world to find it, lived a queen who was kind and just. She had many subjects but no advisors. She lived by the principle of ‘Mother knows best’ and more often than

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  • Unbound

    Unbound

    Two queens majestic and powerfulBound by fate divineThough they had never metAnd would never meet in this corporeal realmTheir journeys intertwinedWith the destinies of their kingdomWhere one would unbind her hair in victory and freedomAnd the other in grief and lamentation As one’s husband cut down the other’s,Slaves as they were to their own purpose.

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  • A transcendental affair

    There was a little boy who wanted to know where all the birds and beasts came from. So he pestered his mother with questions, who in her infinite patience told him, “Why the good lord made it all.” Unsatisfied with the answer, he solicited the help of his teachers, peers and priest. All any of

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  • The myth of the silver snake

    The snake hissed in triumphThe prey in its graspThe people cheeredFor they deemed it was justice.But then the snake turnedFor that is its true natureAnd the people fledAs they became the prey.

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  • The queen rises

    The queen rises

    The camp was in a tense silence as the king lay on his deathbed, bleeding, injured by the cunning of the enemy. The queen sat next to him, holding his hand and repeating, almost like a song that she loved him, she would be okay once he left and that he could let go.

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