From the Yawning Gulf
I can feel it within me
Like a flame in the void
Quenched with the ice of patience
Formed from the body of a colossus
Out of the abyss
Flowed the blood of creation
Roots sink into it
Drinking for growth
Sprung from lifeblood
The tree of thought grew
Bearing the fruit of tales
Feeding all who would reach upwards
Far the seeds will spread
Of the fruit of the tree of the blood of creation
Feeding all who would partake
Satisfying their inner void