(I'm going to try creating a poem that does not rhyme today. Yes, poems do not have to rhyme.
This poem will be split into 4 sections - all the more for you to see, eh?)
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| "A cold, cold cradle, suited for none..." |
I will switch between rhyming and non-rhyming - for now, I just want to try something new.)
Space.
An empty, barren, lifeless
Facsimile of a realm
Impossible to survive in, uninhabitable for the intelligent
Carpets upon carpets of vast, empty nothingness
Roll out for leagues aplenty
Hostile to all in their path
Skies glitter with the fires of a thousand stars
As thousands more are snuffed out
By their own decadence and hubris, their lifeblood runs low
Some end with a whimper, others
end
with
a Bang!
Their bodies explode in glorious fashion, their flesh
Serving as the foundation for worlds yet to be.
Shrouds of darkness still coat this alien frontier
Hiding ancient works
Consuming countless worlds
It would be a long time before light shone once more.
In this desolate land, this lifeless warp
A playground for gods, a nightmare for life
Who is no masters of its own fate
Only a tool to be used and abused by those who came before
All existence, before all living things
No beacons of hope will save you, for the Universe is
Uncaring
Indifferent
Hostile to all life
A cold, cold cradle, suited for none
Especially not life smart enough to spread out
Out beyond the confines of their home world
To find out how we came to be, we must go back
Go back to the beginning, when
All it took was a spark, a spark to
Kick-start life, and that event came
In the form of a Big Bang! Or was it a Creator?
Either way, the world that was made isn't too pretty.
Rivers of lava and seas of hate
Characterize the first worlds, these grim, lifeless rocks
Hanging like crimson baubles in the tapestry of the cosmos
Playthings, mere puny playthings in the eyes of the gods
Footnotes not worth a moment's notice
In time, though, these worlds would grow
Into bastions of life, the one thing that
Failed to blossom as quickly as many other
Grim, undying aspects of the material universe;
Death
Entropy
Anxiety
Fear
Being some notable examples
Manifesting in realms beyond
Our own, beings incomprehensible to us
That would drive the strong-willed to the precipice of insanity
And shepherd the weak into valleys of darkness
Nevertheless, Time continued to flow
Its tides ebbing and undulating, carrying
Notions of progress and change
Change that needed to come, for the good of all life.
Still, the Cosmos pays no heed to us
For even our Empire is but a modicum of a dot
A tiny, infinitesimal speck in the darkness primordial
A darkness that has hung over galaxies
And stars and planets like a cold, dark shroud
Of course, for now, the void lies alone
Apathetic to the plight
Of all life
Trundling on, no matter what the cost
Entire worlds swallowed, civilizations up-heaved
Thrown into the dustbin of forgotten history
It is possible, had things gone differently
The Universe, and life as we know it
May never have existed, lost in unending shadow
I know it seems like the universe is truly something
To be feared and despised by those who cherish life
Of course, I am not even touching on
The ruinous powers that lurk behind the scenes
A more than worthy threat to our continued survival
These are no ordinary daemons, they are entities from the Beginning
The culmination of thousands of years of forming, our very emotions
Giving them breath and shape and form and motive
Their raison d'etre?
Wait, be patient, perhaps we'll both find out.
Source of space image: http://wall.alphacoders.com/big.php?i=468742
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