Silver and Gold Idols

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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

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Tiffany P

February 21, 2009