And there...
painted on Tapestries of darkness
the Womb of Cosmic birthings
pours forth Fountains of Life
to meld in primal Orbs
and at last to Flame
in great Spiral Wheels
of incandescent Glory
And if there be a God
he calls these places home
There in the maelstrom
of dancing gleams and glooms
Where turns the high Galactic hands
of time
and a Billion Billion Suns
flower in God's universal Garden
Looking up we see
that wispy strand of Gossamar
etched on the backdrop of Night
the circling haven that gave us life
and blazes a rain of Stars
across our Firmament
There for us
to paint pictures in our Sky
of the Legendary Ones
And at the core
a Dark Devourer
grinds the Grist of Stars
into the unrelenting Maw of Oblivion
what unknown Life
streams to it's final end
across the Event Horizon
