Saga of Creation

### (Protean, Abyssal, Infernal, Celestial, Sylvan, Esotic, Ultoric, Cthonic)

First born was Aeternos, maker of all time,

His heart by beats began the rhythm and the rhyme,

Thus time itself was started, a river on the Prime.

Seconds passed, and so at last, he made himself a throne,

A plane from which to reign, Elysium, his home,

From this seat he spoke the days, and bids all days to come.

Thus all music started, he set the first refrain,

So he’ll sing, this first-born king, till silence reigns again.

Nuinta rose up from the depths, when water covered all,

A void so deep and dark on Prime, none lived to hear her call.

Her power vast, she made her rest, an Abyss in which to dwell,

Cold and stark those waters dark, neath ever churning swells.

Her power surged upon the world, all the Prime was hers,

So she thought that she might stay, for unending years.

The waters churned, the darkness yearned, with fury born of might,

No force was there to challenge her, till the coming of the light.

Iryiz arrived, or just appeared, though none were there to see,

And darkness reigned, so all was hid, on that unbordered sea.

From Hell she sprang, fully formed, all shades were born from she,

And so she reigned, her seat unseen, at her apogee.

Through aether and the Prime was that dark-rooted tree,

And in the dark no hope at all for one so frail as thee.

She thought her reign would go unchecked, until eternity,

But oh, alas, she would find, this was not to be.

Eruian from Heaven came, and with him came the light,

His plane set firm, his aim made true, he overshot the world.

His coming was the dawning, so ended was the night,

Land was raised from water, a kingdom thus unfurled.

The time of darkness ended, the first day had begun.

But time decreed, and both agreed, twas better now to share,

So moon would have a turn again, ere the dawning of the sun,

And day and night chased round and round, and both then deemed it fair.

From Eden’s seat, Alxola rose, with Prime an empty stage,

And where she walked, or stayed awhile, life arose to strive.

And so the gods were not alone, others shared this age,

On land, in water, through the aether life had turned the page.

In forms most perfect, all agreed, these creatures now alive,

So each god took a turn ensuring life might chance to thrive.

Neither first nor last was life, she knew, although she did not care,

For while her children walked and laughed, twas music in the air.

Bsaier came next, as power surged, through aether and the Prime,

As life explored they found the source, and magic was its name.

Arcadia, she called her home, as she surveyed the planes,

All works she saw, both dark and light, the start and end of time.

As this new power came to them, all life soon came to know,

While magic might appear a friend, care must be taken too,

For power one now dares to wield, can stop and turn on you,

So before expected time is done, you find you have to go.

T’was power then, and with it strife, so Miskoa came to be,

That contests might be fair enough, and glory might be won,

As new-born life turned on the gods, who once had deemed them pure,

And all then learned that some things must be kept from those below.

The power that they dreamed to take, could not be given free,

But only grasped by these few gods, so work might then be done,

The fate of those who dared determined, the gods their fate ensured,

The war was won, the dark thing done, and mortals came to know:

Antus then, called forth by war, arrived last of all.

His calling was to take the souls which shuffled off the coil.

Mortality would be the price the gods exacted then.

So mortals came to learn their place, and divinity not pretend.

At end of days the curtain falls, the songs of gods all sung.

So comes the time the reaper man will take them one by one.

And with a final bow they’ll leave, once their time is done.

The reaper then will douse the lights, and shut the door behind him.