Vision of Creation (Poem)

I had been meaning to write this for a long time before I finally got off my buttress and wrote it a while back. I actually intended to write it as if I were telling a story, but I then decided to go with a more poetic theme.

This was actually based entirely on dreams I had as a child, where geometric shapes would appear to be drifting in the sky and make these monstrous humming sounds before swiftly moving on. I had many of them throughout my childhood and I can honestly say that I woke up feeling rather scared every time. These shapes were actually 'craft' it would seem and in every dream people would refer to them as 'Artisans', or if they were talking about the craft themselves, they'd call them 'Artisan Craft'.

I entered this into a poetry contest back when I wrote it and won. (Too bad the prize giving was in the US, eh? Ah well... What's $1500, eh? ;_

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Vision of Creation

The horrifying void spews forth its mind.
Geometric perfection, shapes entwined.

With a monstrous clatter and a melodious hum.
The tangled web of thought undone.

Searing light and heat does cut
the void of space and time once shut.

And through the shapes entwined appears,
a host of heavenly shining tears.

Another hum does resonate.
Like essence the void it permeates.

Till finally mass slips through in teams.
Thus finishing the creators dreams.

100% Abstract.