In the realm where myth and faith entwine, Esu dances, a spirit divine.
Cloaked in tales of ancient lore,
Misunderstood, his essence they implore. In Yoruba lands, he holds his sway, Trickster, messenger, in vibrant array. With sly grin and eyes of gleaming fire, He challenges norms, sparks desire.
Yet distant shores tell a twisted tale,
Of horns and hooves, where demons wail.
Misinterpretation, a tragic twist,
Transforms Esu to a devil’s tryst.
No pitchfork in hand, no hellish throne,
Just misunderstood, in realms unknown. Esu, a mirror to our human plight,
Reflecting shadows, embracing light.
So let us ponder, with open mind, The nuances lost, truths hard to find. For in Esu’s guise, we may uncover,
Lessons profound, in misconceptions’ cover.
