The world

Once upon a time

In a black nothing void

There was a mircaulous incident

The led the breath of life.

The stars collided and bursted

Evoparated and misted

Spreading their atoms through the cosmos

Following the sky, past the poles, into gravity

And right into mother.

She wielded a forge of Godly power, and swung a hammer of fathers insight.

From the stars to her, she created you.

And with the gift of free will,

She allowed you to do the same.

So you set fourth, and conjured many worlds,

Many of which radiated,

And few stuck around to play.

So the question that begs us all,

What worlds are we to make?