[RiddleRose]: 298.Poetry.Creation Story

Listen! This is how the world began.
First darkness, swirling colour, then a light.
Soon One, no-name, of strange enchantment comes.
Lonely One, she sits and weeps for naught.
At last her tears, exhausted, cease to flow.
She lays her down, alone, upon a bed.
Pillowed by the great enchanted blue.

For long and long she sleeps without a care.
No more alone, no longer One, but void.
Then slowly something forms behind her eyes.
A shape, a colour, never seen before.
And light! And sound! And feeling! All so new!
She stirs, amazed, upon her bed of blue.
She does not wake, though something wakes in her.

Slowly, oh so slowly, from her head.
Her hands, her feet, and heart there now emits.
A swirling formless mass of light and shape.
New Being, newborn life, and yet not life.
Around her now the vision moves and grows.
It slides and wriggles, finding what it is.
She sleeps through all, delight upon her face.

Imagination soars within her now.
And soon the formless shape begins to flow.
With purpose here and there, and even move.
With feeling, sense, and very clear intent.
A shape begins to show, though no-one sees.
'Tis round and bright, but void is always blind.
For still she sleeps alone, though not lonely.

The shape solidifies and gains a hue.
The colour yellow, also red, and white.
She loves it, gives it light and life and love.
It flares, and heat within it comes to be.
She sleep now with the love-light in her heart.
It spins, and gains a name within her mind.
The Sun, she names it, and thus it begins.

First water, stone, and fire she dreams up.
Three elements of what will soon be four.
These, fashioned out of nightmares, start to fight.
And soon have places special to themselves.
She sleeps with agitation in her now.
And fashions air, to calm the fighters down.
And cover them with breezes smooth and sweet.

With time she learns the power lies in her.
Her mind controls these visions she creates.
Imagination shows her what to do.
And happily she follows where it leads.
Sleeping deep she 'magines up the world.
The many forms of life which on it live.
And, pleased, she dreams of more and more and more.

The world, her vision, grows and changes then.
A new race has begun to walk the earth.
These taller straighter people use their hands.
They speak and fight and build fantastic things.
She sees them in her mind and thus they are.
Like her they feel and cry when they're alone.
And sleeping, dream their own worlds into life.

Listen! This is how the world began.
And when she wakes our world is at an end.