Bmola’s Test

In the northern state of Maine,

On the peak of the tallest mountain,

Sitting atop a massive boulder,

Rested the great bird spirit, Bmola.

The ancient deity soared across the skies,

With the head of a moose,

Wings of an eagle 

And crushing talons,

 Putting anyone and anything in its place gracefully.

Legend of the beast traveled long through history,

But slowly rumor that it was a myth developed to disbelief.

Though often quiet and reserved;

A creature of solace and peace,

Bmola raised his head and roared in angst.

Any nonbelievers would be taught a lesson.

So on a day in late fall,

From the corner of his eye,

He caught eager hikers scrambling to the summit.

Gone was respect for the trees they pushed past,

Vanished was appreciation for the moss they trampled,

And missing were the animals they scared off.

So the protest began,

A bitter wind rose over the Katahdin summit,

Chilling the bones of those who ascended.

But determined to reach the top,

They continued to press on,

Un-phased and un-caring.

Then thunder rumbled deeply across the sky,

Rolling through their meek and foolish ears.

But still, the mortals trekked forward,

               Climbing jagged rocks,

                         Scaling dense forest,

Sure to reach the sacred peak.

But they lacked vital knowledge,

That staring down on them was a stronger force.

So he waited at his post,

Planning to teach these beings what they did not understand.

As they reached the top,

Entering his view,

Summoned was the largest gust he could,

 To rage across the mountain face,

Sending the mortals off a cliff.

But worry not,

Bmola is not a terrible being.

Falling to their death,

They cried and wailed for help;

Consumed with regret and shame.

Yet before meeting their doom,

Giant wings swooped down from the sky,

Talons outstretched,

Grabbing the mortals from demise,

And placing them at the mountain’s base.

With a smirk of delight,

He stood up straight,

Exposing the body of a giant that loomed above.

And from their beady black eyes,

Like tiny pebbles from a stream,

Rose a fear far stronger than any other.

Yet, clarity struck each individual of their ignorant acts.

A realization of wrongdoing,

And newfound regard for a spirit whose limits should not be tried.

Though never his goal to harm another,

His strength and wit to do so are always there.

If you test the great Bmola,

He will test you back and teach you a lesson.

A loyal spirit of land and sky,

Who will always defend what is right.