Inception

And there was nothing

Grannus' healing touch -Cernunnos' beckon

Deo Sucellos' strike -Taranis' piercing roar

Dandelions floating like snow

Witness the eternal laws of nimiety

Every single one

Is numbered

Not one is forgotten

Every single one

Is just one more in Sucellus' hand

Infinitesimal and evanescent

Distant echoes ring out exalting the unseen

Ancient mountains serenely bode the vast

All deriding the pompous futile

That will be burnt to ashes and be washed away

Is it sempiternal yet sanctifying

Waters 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 away

Wounds will be healed and questions will be answered

Creation cleansed for a brand new day

Evanescent

Minor and small

Insignificant

Will become a little star

To shine for those to come