
Our enigmatic origins have been
The subject of many peculiar tales;
Sacred, secular, lofty and obscene
Many involve a villain with bright scales

A purveyor of knowledge forbidden
Of life delicious and of bitter death
Of moral truths and distinctions hidden
Which spell out how we draw and waste our breath

All explain how, as characters, we must
Obey our author and fulfill his plan
But our own writing is seldom discussed
To hide, perhaps, where the story began

When a story declares itself divine
It seeks to hide the truth of its design
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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