The early morning sun will rise

Brightening the empty skies

The veil did singe with burning fire

Emitted from the Torrid Lyre

Vagrant to the void of space

Hadrons rouse an early race

Standing now where naught once stood

The burning veil becomes my hood

Passion breaks the cage of light

Forming first the sense of sight

Soaring as the falcon flies

It breached my hood and tore my eyes

Empty thoughts in reckless space

Have now become a crowded place

Soaked with fury, change is fast

Reckoning the forgone past:

Meager, basic, blunt and cold

The times of new expel the old

Burning bodies run the maze

Their will becomes the nights and days

The dark and seedy mass of land

Dust and soil, rock and sand

Will seek and trace, pursue and chase

The Torrid Lyre's warm embrace

And in this heat, the clouds are born

The twisting, violent, evil storm

As rain drops hurdle to the ground

Upon the rocks, their will does sound

Shaping all of which they touch

The world is formed within their clutch

When all components settle there

The lightning rips its course through air

The impetus lies in the spark

Exciting atoms, protons, quarks

The legs of life are flying free

Propelling birth across the sea

In the light, I fade away

My time is gone, I've had my say

For Alpha cannot always be

The beginning's end has finished me

The early morning sun will rise

Omega watches with my eyes