The gray dimness of yesterday’s misery
Is fading into the glossy black of evil
Pure and void, lost in realms undiscovered
Led by the devious servants of deaths

Awakening to the dark and winding rhythms
The child remembers the moment when all was dark
Just before the dawning of time
Just before the birth of time’s new reality

The child remembers, in the deepest crevices
In the part of the mind only accessible
To the free of past burdens, future worries
The childlike mind has a hint of a thought
Of the earliest creative forces
Of the birth of colors, scents, tastes, thoughts
Of the dawning of time
Of the burgeoning of life