by Terrence Aym

Created on: November 16, 2010   Last Updated: November 17, 2010

Behold! I be Chaos!
Born of turbulent confusion.
Upon this dimensionless dais,
All is dark illusion.

I am sound and fury,
Of an Earth that is not yet,
Yea the gods shall be my jury,
Yet to them I owe no debt.

Now must I gather the milky stars,
And populate the heaven.
Creating Ares (later Mars),
And bread for Man to leaven.

Behold almighty Zeus,
Shows obeisance to me.
He seeks now to seduce,

Whilst on his bended knee.

For I be Chaos!
Born of violent confusion.
Within this darkened place,
Of discordant illusion.

For I command what is not,
And can never, ever be.
I'm the master of what,
Is coming next, you see.

For the world that I command,
Is made of sound and fury.
And there's no verdant land,
Nor favors yet to curry.

When order and matter do arise,
And settle like dust on Creation,
Then of necessity I'll re-apprise,
And invent my new incarnation.

Behold! I be Chaos!
Born of explosive confusion.
Sought out by mystic soothsayers,
Who find nothing but disillusion.

. . .

Chaos, from the Greek myth of creation, is the foreboding black, silent abyss from which all things came into existence through sound and fury. According to the Theogony of Hesiod, Chaos formed the solid mass of Earth, and from that came the skies and the stars and the heavens. Choas created Mother Earth (Gaea), and Father Heaven (Uranus): the parents of the mighty Titans that strode the natural elements of Earth.

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