Through the words of prose lies many’a tale,
Of how demons are slayed and how the good fight is faught.
Heroes are deified, for a hundred pages at least
Until the criticism culture strikes.
Villains are vindicated as underdogs; everyone loves an underdog.
Grand narratives, from the pointless, to the trivial line our shelves.
Medieval doctrine to fight for; blood shed over a fabled story.
How come we don’t all seem to follow the same code?
Nobody is following the exact scheme of events, the same conscious of thought;
Stories from an objective view do not exist;
Subjective subjects telling you how great it all is.
spugpoet 