Zecora's Big Book of Zebra Legends

by swicked

A Story Told

Akasha was a storyteller, a master of word and lore
Whose tales let us see other lives, and showed what living's for
But as tales have beginnings, so they each must have an end
A final fact of stories Agra himself could not bend
Kifo, death, was coming, with no love for stories told!
For they told what he did not, could not, and would never hold
He began to stalk Akasha in all the places that she'd go

But the power that she held was one he could never know
She'd tell stories of her adventures and spread them far and wide
And he would chase down every one, his rage building inside
Her stories had such power that they'd convince all who'd hear...
"...that Akasha had, most certainly, passed by just near here."

But Kifo would begin to close, less and less easily fooled
And then he stood before her as his rage, around him, pooled
What was this defiant zebra with nothing special that he could see?
But before he could close on her she spoke to Agra one last plea

She wished her stories could remain after she did no longer
And with that wish came power that grew stronger and stronger
Suddenly, her glyph began to flow 'cross wall and floor!
Linens, plates, tables, chairs... more, and more, and more!

Every story she had ever told and all she was, inscribed
Until there was not a thing left that hadn't been so dyed
And Kifo cursed, for the mare he stalked now was no more
She had become the stories that, out from her, had pour
So Akasha, and future zebra, would thwart Kifo time and again
And live on in their stories... though most less literally, in the end...