Inception
And there was nothing...
Grannus' healing touch - Cernunnos' beckonDeo Sucellos' strike - Taranis' piercing roarDandelions floating like snowWitness the eternal laws of nimiety
Every single oneIs numberedNot one is forgottenEvery single oneIs just one more in Sucellus' handInfinitesimal and evanescent
Distant echoes ring out, exalting the unseenAncient mountains serenely bode the vastAll deriding the pompous futileThat will be burnt to ashes and be washed away
Is it sempiternal, yet sanctifyingWaters and fires are to come
"They teach that the soul does not descend to the silent land of Erebus and the sunless realm of Dis below, but that the same breath still governs the limbs in a different world. If their tale be true, death is but a point in the midst of perpetual life."
The ephemeral will fade, the futile will be washed awayWounds will be healed and questions will be answeredCreation cleansed for a brand new day
EvanescentMinor and smallInsignificantWill become a little starTo shine for those to come