A Tale Teller Poem by Ben Reynolds

The brightest light tonight, in the pitch black sky,
a moon so big, like a spy.
half a story, just one side,
sacrificed innocence with a sense of pride.
Cursed humanity, howling out to us,
I will tell all strangers, its a must.
'They have arrested him', like a thief in the night,
'arrested who? ' asked us, being polite.
Defending his own, without any helper.
Guiding us along, like a snakes slippery tongue.
Crushed underfoot, when we were young.
Our footprints made our mark long ago,
In the same places, the way that we know.
Bearing all burdensome trouble,
for the one, who looks like your double.
It came too pass, until daybreak,
falling from the branch, Newtons apple at stake,
You delivered us into our kingdom, less stick more carrot,
Profit was lost, not too sound like a parrot.
Truth is misinterpreted a lot,
especially going round in circles, easy to spot.
Interrogated, tortured, betrayed, not a disguise,
secrets are told by those who tell lies.
Give us one day, like the last day you'll live,
one more promise, I will give all I can give.
This is my side of the story, since I'm able t o speak.
I'm not the one to stop you reaching the mountains peek.
When the night has ended, another day comes around,
Never together, nothing alike, but always and forever, bound!