If life was myth free,
Would it have tasted
Or looked better?
Nay, I think not.
Myths are fetishes
We infest on
To sharpen our taste
To polish our gaze
To portray the unknown
Pronounce the unseen.
And when they offend,
As myths usually tend,
Say, it’s only a myth,
Not a sole truth.
Behold the power,
Brooded inside.
Conquer the force,
For myths diffuse,
The uncensored ruse.
And do not jest,
Or mock.
The pretense of mythos.
For life tastes better, certainly.
Or looks un-dull,
If not brighter.
When dabbed in the mystic
Power of myths.