A vague misty haze
Blanketed the world.
Only dull shapes could be made out
Through the primordial fog .


It is said that in those times
The very earth could change shape.
The moment it's observer looked away,
As if it was itself, alive.


The only certainty of form,
Was brought with light,
Which was a luxurious commodity
Before the great forges were lit.


With the dawning of light,
So too dawned life as we know it,
Which flourished and grew,
Under the light of newborn stars.


But now the forges
Are all but extinguished.
Dark spots envelop the sky
Where stars once churned.


It has already begun,
The end to light's long reign.
And with its end,
Will obscurity return,


In the rolling fog of ages.