…and one by one the stars sunk in the dark;
In silence, slowly, worlds withered away.
The cosmos lay as wounded stag when hark
Backwards the dogs once slain they have their prey:

The deer, as before him descends the dark,
Salutes in tears the light of his last day;
When waned in silence his last cosmic spark
The universe bewailed his lot this way.

Alone sat in the middle of that night
A weeping god, the last one who survived,
And mourned his cosmos now dead and forlorn:

Forgotten’d be each tale, each deed and fight.
In tears he stabbed his heart and sacrificed…
And thus a new reality was born.