Once upon a time,
Though time may take it’s toll,
The creator of this haze,
This void and darkened hole,
So strange to see life surface,
From such a bland and constant null,
white, and bright resplendence,
as space and time may start to fold.
From bleak and achromatic,
From shells of an aphotic vent
now purely catastrophic
Allows a Caucasian to be sent
to exposures of ardent lightening
to seas of muggy air,
Life has been born a frail thing,
To the shores of dubious care.