I

A shape that shook

and shifted somewhere

before time and death

tumbled in place

and landed in ancient

newborns longing for answers

a spark in the corner

of a third eye still blind

new worlds sprang into sight

II

Salvation spread its wings

and flew over birthright innocence

erecting golden fences out of

love for thy neighbor

commanding hands into

prayer over blessed knives

opened veins feeding a hungry fire

III

Mystic dawn and feral dark

now drowned in eternal light

aether tales carved into holy word

set in stone and memory

forgotten is the Mother

forever is the Father