Silver and Gold Idols

Iridescent silver and gold

Tells the stories of old

That was chiseled in stone

That reminds me of my own

The idols of their fathers stand tall

As I sit here looking at the temple wall

So, tell me the story of old

That was once told;

By your fathers and your fathers before

As I stand here confused by their lore

Tell me those stories, tell them true

Of all the Gods that are blue

The Gods that you adore

The Rakshasas that you abhor

Tiffany P

February 21, 2009