The Creation Tale

Locked together in tight embrace,

They were the darkness, the infinite space.

The primordial parents were intertwined

Between them, their children, in the blackness, confined.

Clustered and cramped they were wedged for an age

Growing bitter, resentful, they hated their cage.

Together they plotted for this union to cease

“We must pull them apart, we must make them release!”

So they each of them pushed and they each of them pried

But the parents pulled tighter, their children denied.

The first born, the fierce, he refused defeat

He laid on his back and pushed with his feet.

The oldest, the angriest, cursed out of spite

“Enough of this darkness! Let there be light!”

And the lovers, as one, from the beginning, the start

By their children’s own doing they were pulled apart.

The father, he grieved and so did his wife

As light burst forth and out of darkness came life.

He lamented his loss for there would be no other

She fell with her children and became the Earth Mother.

The children became gods of the Oceans and Seas

Of Fire, of War, of Forests and Trees.

But the Father, his dominion, Lord of Stars and Skies

Still mourns his love with the rain from his cries.

And Earth Mother, she struggles, and makes the land quake

She longs for her love to sooth her heartbreak.

Still they call for each other, but to no avail

And that is the beginning, the creation tale.