Zecora's Big Book of Zebra Legends

by swicked

Agra: The First Zebra

Back before the ages, races, places that we know.
Back when even the eldest trees had just begun to grow
There was the chieftain Agra, praise his name, his soul, his mind!
The crafter and the weaver, very first of zebrakind!
The master of the earth, under the sky he craft the land!
The mountains rose, the seas were filled, accord to his demand!
He weaved the grass, the trees, the beasts, though not under the sun!
But underneath the moon he toiled more than anyone!
But, praise his ways, the lonely father of so much we know
There was one thing he never found a way to make or grow
Throughout the ages he would spin many a won-drous bride!
But never could he make one last forever by his side!
Great Agra, in his mourning, he would take the wives he'd lost
His tears, like flowing diamonds, would recount his great love's cost
And so the equine goddess, Luna, came to know our chief
For in his sadness the land ran brilliant white in his grief
And so the land and moon became as one in heaven's grace
And so the world was born in darkness, all within its place
But great Agra's heart had split too many times before
And his life, which once was ageless, could one day take no more
Luna, at his passing, wept her dark tears on the earth
For without love, how can the night be made so bright in mirth?
But then she looked around at all her love had made 'pon land
Es-pec-ia-lly those who his love had made so bright and grand
So Luna, in her glory, raised great Agra's wives up high
So that they might look down and love his land from her sky
And so the stars that watch us still, their children, one and all...
And remind us, still, that we're loved for our hearts, both GRAND!

...and small.