For years it lay in dormant,
a peacful legacy, full of hope
and willing to grow, but lacked the
energy. The decades led to mellennia,
and further on Aeons, but deep within
the hardend earth slept quietly, a

disaster surely would come. The day
before its new unrest, a new source of
power surely did jest, an explosion
of unbridled power, soon did make
the seed tremble and scowler.

The day had dawned and soon night was
peeking, but this i am sure of was
the one speaking of the radiance of
this brand spankin new bud which came
out with a bang and not a dud. With
haste the bud did surely grow, and this
is true its what I know, that the flower
was quick to make its way, as the wind blew
its grew as it swayed, untill the peak of
moonlight was apon.

The Night grew weary in its age, and
soon the flower felt o'sage, that it
too would ween from the night, and
as it would fade from sight, a new day
comes and brings us light.

The cycle continues.

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Slyphian, in the year 127 MA.