Chaos

A Poem

Chaos, Pure Being of Pure Being,

Creator of all, Unmoved Mover,

Eternal Will, Immortal Nothingness,

Formless Void, stretching forever

‘Tween Earth and celestial companions,

Encompassing all tired Souls and all destinies,

Elysium and Tartarus and Hades

And Mother Gaia and Father Ouranus;

Fertile womb, pregnant with the stars,

Giving birth to the universe’s playthings,

Bestowing character to the Gods,

Source of Love and Gloom

And the deep, dark, endless Night,

Here: I sing a song to the Great Nothing.