Zigmik I by Zigmik on 04/10/2015

In the beginning, there were rocks, and there was weight
But weight could no longer hold itself, and collapsed
Friction made sparks, sparks made fire
And flaming rocks fell into every direction

Hrux and Yüx remained
Yüx wrapped in eternal fire
And Hrux extinguished itself
Into darkness

When the divine seeds were blown
Life emerged everywhere
But only in Hrux there were no flames
And from the warm ashes it could flourish

Hrux in pain at every twilight
Learned to fear the night
To revere the shy days
And to understand that nothing is ever permanent