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