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COSMOGENESIS

an historic poem by

Maestra
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FIRST MOVEMENT - The Daughters of Yudhe (wherein the first Consciousness
awakens, and the forces of creation and destruction are made)

First there was Nothing. Neither light nor dark,
Yet in Nothing all possibilities
Cavorted, Grew, Increased, Became and HARK:
Thence emerged Yudhe, a consciousness conceived!

Yudhe searched, and thus created space and time
But, finding naught, learned Loneliness. Inspired,
He crafted from himself Magnora's face.
Dissatisfied, another he desired...

Magnora, see, was vast yet emptiness
Personified. Yudhe made a second one -
Dynara, smaller but creative, blessed.
A time they spent in equilibrium;

The Sisters danced in circles. Dynara bloomed;
Lusternia burst proudly from her breast.
What more she crafted, Magnora consumed.
The natural cycle thus: Birth, Life and Death.

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Second Movement - The Soulless Gods (wherein Dynara creates fife, and the
Heralds of Magnagora join the cycle)

Myriad worlds and planes by now existed.
On these Dynara then created life!
Yet, Soulless, these First Ones seemed wrong, twisted.
Dynara's brief triumph was now her strife.

Alarmed by the monstrosities she'd made
Dynara cast them to her Sister's maw,
Yet, bitterly, Magnora kept them, bade
These Primal Gods to join her deadly tour.

Now Heralds of Magnora, liberated,
Flew in her wake devouring as they soared.
What Dynara forgot, abandoned, hated
Was then devoured by this destructive horde.

The cycle turned. Dynara and her get
Created things whilst, pulled by hunger's lust,
Magnora and hers ate without regret.
Yudhe watched. Balance remained... yet only just.

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Third Movement - Son of Yudhe (wherein a central force is created, Dynara makes
soulful Life, and a paradox brings despair)

Aeons elapsed, then boredom fell on Yudhe
So, reaching in, he bore (without a pause)
A Son, bursting with power, to his brood.
Nameless, The Son pursued Dynara's cause.

With boundless might, this Son effectively
Tutored his Sister in creative ways.
They made souled life! Then, most protectively
Grouped them in nurseries, like prized toys arrayed.

Magnora's eye turned to this new, great gain:
The Elder Gods. Yet she was impotent
For Dynara's motherly ward yet remained
And, bolstered by Yudhe's Son, could not be rent.

Rage seared Magnora, so unthinkably,
She and her Heralds fell on Son of Yudhe
And ended him, most paradoxically.
Upon the Three a time of grief ensued...

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Fourth Movement - The Great Silence (wherein the Daughters of Yudhe find
concilliation, leave reality for ever, and change the nature of Yudhe once more)

The Sisters' rivalry had brought despair,
Yet in despair they found a kindred goal:
To find their brere, who -must- exist somewhere.
They thus began to quest out for his soul.

Depressed for aeons, ages passed and turned
Whilst Sisters both and Heralds sought around
The Cosmos. Close to losing hope they learned
A final place their Brother might be bound.

The fabric of reality, whilst thin
Had been inviolate, yet here a Rift!
Prepared, bolstered, resolved, they ventured in...
And vanished from the multiverse, adrift.

A part of Yudhe, the Sisters' absense morphed
His nature; consciousness that first had shone,
Thus sublimed into nothingness. Of course
Great Silence fell. The First Age thus was gone.

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Fifth Movement - A Humble Summary

First there was nothing, and then Yudhe appeared,
Who drew forth Magnora from his own being.
Unsatisfied by her, he gently reared
Dynara. They were balanced, and so seeing
Yudhe slumbered. Next, Dynara crafted life
Primal but soulless. Wroth, she cast them out.
These were Magnora's Heralds, like Fate's knife
They ended what Dynara brought about.
Yudhe made a Son, who sided with creation
And finally the Elder Gods were born.
Yet, whilst these were in gleeful celebration
Magnora ate the Son. The Cosmos mourned.

A rift lead to the Son; the Sisters crept
Within and vanished. Once again, Yudhe slept.

FIN
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