Mithraleden

To answer your question. There are two earths. One has a beginning. The other has an end. In the beginning, there was a garden. In the garden were marvels of nature...beyond comprehension, and there were people. This place had a name...Mithraleden. 

There were two  primary peoples, in the garden. Those who were natural, loving nature, abiding in peace and plenty, loving all...lusty and virile, and the other; always yearning for more...seeking science and invention, never satisfied of what they were given.

There came a day. There was a war, and anger in heaven...that the race of science must depart...it was clear. Then, the angel chased them out, that they return...no more, ever. They were cold and they were cunning, having nothing, save revenge inside their heart.

They planned. They planned this out, for they were god's within...and made the way to steal the fire. They would lie, to have fulfilled desire, within the dark, or murder to accede. They built their ladder, and they climbed and climbed...to the top, and cast Creator out. Then, they were on there own.

Though, yet...as time went by, as ages flew...as Earth grew old, and they did too, the answer's came...but one, remained unanswered. Who are you? Where did you come from, and why? They tore the world apart to know. They could not badger, nor demean...the answer from a soul...for there were none.

I will tell you what you are, though you deny...for true to form, you'd rather be, that thing...you never were, than simply be the humble thing...you are. Soon now, the end will be, and I must say goodbye...for, I am travelling, the other way...back home again...to Mithralee.


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: artist Gustave Dore