Some tales are meant to be hidden.
Some tales are meant to be told.
But when secret stories
escape through loose lips,
legends grow for all to behold.
Such was the birth in a hovel,
far from the populous world.
It was grossly deformed,
and had brains slightly addled.
“O’r a cliff it must be hurled!”
But a mother’s true love
knows no boundaries nor codes.
She hid the babe in caves
where no one dare tread.
It became what nature forebode.
Elements from new kit by Rebecca McMeen called "Grotesque."
Weird story by me.