The land changing before his eyes
Its landscape shifting like a chameleon
The words shape shifters in disguise
Whispering on the wind venom
Hiding what is clear ...
But he sees only the wood
The desert hides the footpaths of the ancients
That which he seeks
The land barren through his eyes ...
A cobra rears almost at the point of striking
He is compelled to read the prologue
He is puzzled
For the snake was never part of the story ... nowhere
Then he understands ...
Extract taken from 'The Library Of Fables' written by Matthew James June 2006
