Winds Of Creation

In the beginning there was chaos

In which the germ of the beginning and the rights

They emerged from the tangled elements

Not brightness, not human being but dusk

From which earth and day came into existence

Brightness- a daughter of darkness, not of spirit

The black sky without its jewels stars

Gave the glory to its father with brilliance

First parents ereb-night, eternal night

And their fruit, mankind, constrains the tribe

The toys of elements,the children of dreams

Their gods are only illusions

Human rights crushed in the fingers of the might

Long centuries the sleep of mother earth

The sleep so coloured real but fog woven

And awakening will come from dusk