Epic of Eur

Thus in the days when time was yet young 

When the vastness of the sky spilt its bile from 

These, the deep places in which the bones of man were made 

And nubile the stones cast up and waters made way. 

There the One looked out from vast, cosmic throne 

And offered here and there footholds of stone 

Forming then with rivers of blood and of space and of time 

The eldest of souls, singular, brooding, and monolithic of kind. 

The eons, the ages like silent deep waters they rolled 

As stones and the souls and the darkness took hold 

But then, in some epoch, forgotten, dim, past,  

As nebulae shown out, stars violent flashed 

The deepest of darkness, of earth and of stone 

Leviathan wakened, and countenance shown 

With lids slowly rising, earth crumbled, behold 

Eyes new and yearning, he basked in the cold 

In dimmest of light of young worlds forming fast 

Perceived he the purest of light in the vast 

Unreachable corners of worlds barely hewn 

And there he beheld her, a soul...like he, new. 

Her light both blue and white and indescribable and pure, 

And he knew it must now be that the cold, dark reaches of the unknown 

Vastness could no longer satisfy........... 

The One, the One perceived as well. 

But the One remained alone... 

Seeds took root.