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Genesis of Pride
In the vastness of heaven, the kingdom of light,
The creator sat upon her throne.
At this time, there were no angels in sight...
so she ruled the kingdom alone.
She decided, that she would manifest...
a being that could mirror affection.
So she plunged her hand into her chest,
withdrawing a piece of perfection.
The light that she held in hand,
had no equal in the expanse of space.
The radiance had illuminated the land,
with the mother's splendorous grace.
She then tore a piece of her flesh,
and molded it around the soul.
Yet, the pliable shell is still fresh,
and far from being whole.
Reaching into the cosmic ocean,
plucking the brightest stars from the sky.
The pair of stars, are symbols of devotion,
and she placed each of them as an eye.
Removing a strand of her own hair,
she placed it upon the head.
The strand began to lengthen and flare,
then burst into a fiery red.
Reaching again, to the stellar sea,
and now, with a galaxy in her grip...
She began to spin it rapidly,
twirling it on her fingertip.
The molten halo was carefully placed,
as an emblazoned coronet.
A golden aura had then traced,
around the beautiful statuette.
Mother then dug into its spine,
with a finger of blood, and one of fire.
Protracting wings, powerfully divine,
that nearly set the heavens afire.
The smooth shell, then crumbled apart,
and exploded in a calamitous flash.
The sky itself started to part,
as eternity was enveloped by ash.
Graceful and perfect...the first of her kind.
a boast that no other can claim.
The epitome of beauty, flawlessly designed...
she now only needs a name...
(This is actually a prequel to "Prince of a Thousand Stars")
The creator sat upon her throne.
At this time, there were no angels in sight...
so she ruled the kingdom alone.
She decided, that she would manifest...
a being that could mirror affection.
So she plunged her hand into her chest,
withdrawing a piece of perfection.
The light that she held in hand,
had no equal in the expanse of space.
The radiance had illuminated the land,
with the mother's splendorous grace.
She then tore a piece of her flesh,
and molded it around the soul.
Yet, the pliable shell is still fresh,
and far from being whole.
Reaching into the cosmic ocean,
plucking the brightest stars from the sky.
The pair of stars, are symbols of devotion,
and she placed each of them as an eye.
Removing a strand of her own hair,
she placed it upon the head.
The strand began to lengthen and flare,
then burst into a fiery red.
Reaching again, to the stellar sea,
and now, with a galaxy in her grip...
She began to spin it rapidly,
twirling it on her fingertip.
The molten halo was carefully placed,
as an emblazoned coronet.
A golden aura had then traced,
around the beautiful statuette.
Mother then dug into its spine,
with a finger of blood, and one of fire.
Protracting wings, powerfully divine,
that nearly set the heavens afire.
The smooth shell, then crumbled apart,
and exploded in a calamitous flash.
The sky itself started to part,
as eternity was enveloped by ash.
Graceful and perfect...the first of her kind.
a boast that no other can claim.
The epitome of beauty, flawlessly designed...
she now only needs a name...
(This is actually a prequel to "Prince of a Thousand Stars")
Published 21st Dec 2014
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