Inception

And there was nothing

Grannus' healing touch

Cernunnos' beckon

Deo Sucellos' strike

Taranis' piercing roar

Dandelions floating like snow

witness the eternal laws of nimiety

Every single

every single one is numbered

Not one is forgotten

Every single one is just one more in Sucellus' hand

Infinitesimal and evanescent

infinitesimal and evanescent

Distant echoes ring out

exalting the unseen

Ancient mountains serenely bode the vast

All deriding the pompous futile that will be burnt to ashes and be washed away

Is it sempiternal

yet sanctifying

Waters and fires are to come

Every single

every single one is numbered

Not one is forgotten

Every single one is just one more in Sucellus' hand

They teach that the soul does not descend to the silent land of Erebus and the sunless realm of Dis below

But that the same breath still governs the limbs in a different world

If their tale be true

death is but a point in the midst of perpetual life

The ephemeral will fade

the futile will be washed away

Wounds will be healed and questions will be answered

Creation cleansed for a brand new day

Evanescent

minor and small

Insignificant

will become a little star to shine for those to come

for those to come