Mythology Poem by Robert Rittel

The living stories of antiquity from long ago are still a revelation,
those odysseys are still testing the abilities of our temptations.
Journeys to the greater self by discovering the caverns of fear,
when the sweet sound of Sirens luring the vulnerable ear.
The wits to escape the single eyed giant in disguise,
taken the courage to face Medusa by reflecting her image wise.
Then when the Kraken is released, it takes miracles to perform,
and only Pegasus has the ability to fly out of the storm.
The Manticore, half beast half man speaks eloquent for creed,
while only the Nymphs can do the nurturing deed.
Werewolf's living in two worlds by camouflage, until the moon is full,
when only the silver bullet can solve the deathly befall.
Phoenix rising from the ashes wants you to be born again,
into a Jinn, the treacherous spirit of changing shape what cannot abstain.
The troubled soul reveals itself as selfish Rumpelstiltskin by demand,
and the Succubus tempting with sexual allure, taken you by the hand.
The unicorn with the horn of salvation needs to be found,
to keep the sanity of perception in uncompromising sound.
The soul in the mental cage, should not be afraid create some light,
then the individual journey brings you closer to the ultimate sight.
Only the narrow sense of prejudicial touch,
taking away the strength that holds the destiny in a clutch.
The living mythological journey has its knowledge for the day to cease,
giving the unconditional faith towards mental peace.