The Fable Was Not Able

As stories go So do souls They wonder then grow As cold as snow Or as fever ant as ice Men are not mice In fields of golden wheat; grain Lost with out; insane Forgetting all that was; ingrained Living souls in stores Forgetting their chores They become the board Life swings back and forth Mistrust; faith out sourced Flesh awaiting to be scorched Saviour's a many, but never a one Living beneath the threat of a gun Time awaiting to be undone Dear old Abe that Faithful one His brother ascertained, then defamed He was Cain, not thy brother's keeper But an evil creeper A vine unfit to be tied Entangled a web which he is bound Truly wrapped and then leather bound Blacken and read; were the words The Word; bled the color of red This fabled prince, our lord Three score and some Defeated seven thousand and one And still some will be lost Torched along with the moss For the fable was not Able To save any one A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man