An Ancient Tale

Our nature sings an ancient tale,
Which blends a fright with beauty,
Which blends the fear with power,
Which blends the loss with relief.

Long before the days of memory,
Long before the days of humanity,
The Gods of Olympus roamed Earth,
The Titan War had left them weak.

The Olympians needed to be fed power,
Power fed through a Mortal's prayer,
For even the Gods wished not to die,
They tasked themselves with creation.

Creating the Mortals for this Earth,
So they may hold it as their abode,
And hold for eternity the gratitude,
In the form of prayer for the Gods.

Before Humanity stepped onto Blue Earth,
The ancient tale tells us of the creation,
Before Man and Woman walked on the grass,
They were but joined together as a whole.

The ancient tale tells us that we are split,
The tale speaks of humans having four hands,
It tells us of four feet and also two heads,
Joined at the center as two perfect halves.

But the Gods saw this, they saw Humanity's bliss,
They needed the Humans to pray to the Olympians,
But living in the state of bliss Humanity would,
The thought for praying to the Gods would be lost.

The Gods fearful of losing their Immortality,
Split the whole Human, creating Man and Woman,
Two perfect halves, torn apart for an eternity,
The action which changed the abode to a prison.

Condemning Humanity to a mad endless search,
For their other lost half in this endless world,
And when hope dwindles in the heart of humans,
They turned to prayer to the gods to give back.

To give back the half the gods removed,
Their prayers were not always answered,
Some would lose their minds in search,
the Gods didn't care, the Humans prayed.