The Myth That Is, From Now Until The World End

Once upon a scary hour
when the land was grey and air was sour
a shifted Thought went running free
from the pages of untold history
it ran, it walked, it ran again
it stopped for breath and considered men
it wondered where a place could be
to settle itself, so comfortably

a Thought, it was, of a higher level
never danced for god, less she danced with the devil
a muse for life, a star to inspire
to lift those it touched free of time and desire
no simple folk would ever do
to keep this Thought afresh, anew
Thought couldn't settle in the minds of most
too real was Thought for a naive host
too brave was Thought for the meekest kind
too fast was Thought to be left behind
too big, too bold, too whole for parts
too free for the chains of jealous hearts
this Thought, it knew, needed something smart
something sleek and neo, a new world apart
o where could this place beyond ordinary be?
and then Thought found
scary 1
scary 2
and scary 3