GloPoWriMo: Day XIX: Dawn of the Platypus

Wouldn’t it be fun to reimagine creation itself? If my effort on today NaPoWriMo prompt is any indication, it certainly would be 😝

This is a tale
Of many years past
Lost to time and dust and myth
Of three that came
Fused in one
And a history that was writ

One walked the land
One swam the sea
And a third of the open air
One day were met
On a river’s edge
To seek the heavens in prayer

Finding no sign
Of any higher being
They each turned and blamed another
For standing in the way
Of their absolution
And brother did turn on brother

The ground shook
The waters boiled
And the storm clouds did gather grey
Each beast did charge
With blinding rage
into the tripartite fray

At the very moment
When the clash did break
And each swung its claw or wing
A lighting bolt
A heavenly stroke
Did strike like a blinding sting

If you cannot live
In peace together
Bellowed a booming voice
Then you’ll never live
Apart again
That is my final choice

And as the voice echoed
Each beast was ripped apart
And a new thing was made from their features
And so was born
The Platypus
That funny semi-aquatic creature