"The feeble gods had faded,
"Impaled upon jagged mountains,
There *blood was the waters of creation
Life,
Beginning,
Death
Had brought *new life,
Their bones crumbled
flakes fell, cold and winters were born.
Each flake, rawness felt as if
Tears melting upon touch.
Appendages fell when life left
Eyes staring upon the stars of eternity
As theirs were expelled,
Carving upon the many landscapes
Canyons,
Ravines,
Valleys
Were born from faded memories,
As fingerprints pooled too lakes,
The milk of the dead filled
As life flourished in crystal blue.
"The old ones before man and beast,
"May have pasted,
But in their death
Rebirthed was life that flourishes
They brought the seasons with bone,
They created
Lakes,
Ravines,
Life
With their falling upon jagged mountain tops
They had past, but in their passing everything else *began.