Light against the blue the orb sat, oblivious to my steps.
Distant. Far from my feet it gazed, the counsel of time it kept.
I am not oblivious though; I am not alone.
With me stands the ages, the heavy things of molten stone.
In the distance expanse of time my essence was made.
In the core of violence and heat was born my clade.
This deep and soulful need, this ache
For things far beyond what gods have made,
For words only the heavens say
If in the vastness of deep and dark I find myself, I am content that it be my faith.