Genesis After the Void

The void's endless shudder begins to cease where the essence of being flowed

from sorrow's own ashes a profound peace upon a new foundation of deep

silence sowed. A fresh sky was spun, not a fire or dread

but soft waking hues patient pure light they were the hushed memories

of all that was dead a domain born strangely from shadow and might

what forms will this flawless genesis take? Will the clear river waters

remember the red? Did the weight of that sacrifice finally break or is this

new world merely the future it brings? No scar of old trauma remains