Sphere like mind, spinning round and round.
A Blur comes to form, colors racing in aftermath.
Simplistic, yet intricate design take place in imagery.
Two figures divide from one.
They Dance, They Cry, They Sing, They Die.
A Pool forms, where the blank figures seem to dissipate.
A Creature Approaches the pool, and attempts to drink from the small pond.
As this dark creature bends down upon one knee,
he sticks his large black hands into the discolored water, claws first.
He lets out a shriek, and is pulled in completely.
Seconds of silence pass by, and the creature is spat back out from the pool.
As he lie down on the ground, color eradicates from his strange body,
leaving his body still black, but coating his body in a permanent film of beauty.
He proceeds to stand up, but collapses onto his knees.
He presses his hand on either side of his head, and screams at the silver crescent in dark sky.
So many thoughts.
Yet each one being so different from the next.
Never had he felt such emotion.
His stomach felt as if it were in constant motion.
What was wrong with him?
He started to question everything, everyone, and even himself.
His mind was in a blur.
He couldn't keep up.
He wanted to Dance, he wanted to Cry, he wanted to Sing, and he wanted to Die.
And that was the birthing, of the first of the Bohemians.