Poetry: The Creator

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The creator beholds the dark and

The dark calls out to him

And its all he can do not to respond

An entity: built up into a trinity

To preserve eternity

“Bow before me” the darkness whispers

“I am all there is to see anyways;

Bow” It purrs

The creator beholds the dark and

The dark calls out to him

Its all he can do not to respond

A myriad of emotions run through him

As he ponders what to do in the absence of light

He seeks to work, to build; to create a piece of art

To draw on the canvas in the plains with his heart

But all that stands before him is alas

Not enough to provide the light for his art

The creator beholds the dark and

The dark calls out to  him

He is angered by its insistence

And the three quake within the one

The creator calls in upon the third

“There is power in the word” the third whispers

“For even ages from now, it shall be said

That before the dark, there was the word”

So the creator calls out to the word

“Be mine” he says “and you will be honoured

“even so more than my name”

“Bow before me” the darkness purrs

“And you shall have everything; even the word”

The creator beholds the dark and

The dark calls out to him

The creator calls out to the word, and

The dark trembles in fear

For in the voice of one, is the sound of three

And the dark deepens; terror giving way to rage

The creator possesses the word;

The creator becomes the word

And the third whispers into the mist

That “the word was God”

“Bow before me” the dark squeaks

“The darkness comprehends it not” the third whispers

And the creator arose, and his voice boomed in the dark

For in the voice of one, is the sound of three

And the third whispered;

“In him was life, and the life was the light of men”

And the second replied;

“To those who believed, he gave power to become sons”

And the first commanded

“Let there be light”

And there was light

And the darkness fled

Because it could not comprehend the light

And the creator painted on the canvas in the plains

With the words in his heart.

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