There are many stories of Nature's Mother

Gaia, Eros, borne from Chaos

Ymir borne, slain into flesh of Earth

The Rainbow Serpent awakened, leaving a trail of life wherever it moved

 

There are many stories of how humans grew

Prometheus hewing clay into man

Three of same kin wayfaring, forging bark to man

Baiame, Spirits catalysing humans

 

There will be stories of extirpation of Earth

Gaia, thrown to Chaos?

Joro, consumed by Ginnungagap?

Rainbow Serpent, returned?

 

The mainspring of this? Already written in Truth

Already promised from the lips of Truth

The ones Prometheus hewed from clay,

The ones forged from bark from three of the same kin

 

The ones created from the Spirits

For their creation has led to destruction

For everything has an antithesis

 

Prometheus’s clay found Gaia’s leaves prey for privilege.