Story or History?

Winners write histories. Writers spin stories. Or is it the other way around? Let's read to find out, Shall we? Pick up a book with no cover, Really do. Read it assuming whatever you will, Accept the words the author has written, Let your mind wrap around the world crafted. Now, wonder. If that's the exercise you engage in, And read with a wide, open, all-accepting eye, What is it exactly that you will stumble upon? Without knowing the intent of the author's mind? Will the landscapes talked about, Be those of our rich pasts? Or will they be of an imagined one, With trees and plants worlds apart? Will the large, towering, wild creatures, Be splendid forefathers of our dear old pets? Or will they be the creations grand, Alive only in the myths of our history? Will the tales scripted, Be broad truths from Before Christ? Or will they be believable sagas, Rooted in actual human customs and traits?

Will the trees be real,

Fossils now?

Or will the roots be dug

Deep in imagined grounds?

Will the sky home stars,

Galaxies afar?

Or will they mark prophecies,

Of heroes with a written path?

Will the wills be guided,

By a 'God' or maybe a power within?

Or will it be designed,

Completely by a homo sapiens?

Will them people follow,

Empires and then elected kings?

Or will they be led by,

Monarchs or what the author destined?

Now flip the book close,

See the acknowledgments attached;

The sources cited, if any.

Are they there to seed the written in reality?

Or is their duty to stem the story in its place?

Keeping the dragons & the impossible aside,

Tell me,

Can you distinguish,

The fictional from our past,

Or our history from creativity?

I won't answer for you,

And I won't assume anything; like before,

For it is at your liberty, completely,

To ascertain what is the winner's truth,

From a mad writer's ingenious testimony.