A Time

Here’s an intro poem thing I wrote for The Writer…

A time, When time itself shuddered in the darkness, When empty vastness filled the chasm, When all the world stood endlessly silent, What world there was As yet one word was spoken:

“Let there be light!” And the darkness surrendered; Divided in two, Now these names were rendered: The light was called Day, And the darkness was Night, Forever a division of diametric spite

Two powers opposed like a brother gone bad And badly to stain the perfection then had A world at war, though invisibly seen; A dark nightmare, an oiled machine

Yet in those first moments the Writer stood fast, Perfection in His power, a pen in His grasp And graspingly, thinkingly, ever so sure, The Writer set out with His greatest grandeur…

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