Before the Eternal Darkness spread.
The elements raged and smashed and crashed,
As Nature reared her fearsome head.
The Eternal Darkness loomed.
Desperate and wretched, the people gathered
At the ancient temple of Rivenna’s Goddess.
The temple of last chance,
Their last refuge from Darkness,
The home of the One with their lives in Her hands.
They cried out to the Goddess they had long ago abandoned,
Begging for forgiveness, for mercy, for life.
Why had She done this? Why had She destroyed them?
She had severed their lives with her immortal knife.
The Eternal Darkness loomed.
And touched them with her pure light.
“Open your hearts to the gift of Imagination,” She said.
“And let it liberate your soul.”
As Her light filled Her people, she smiled at last,
“Imagination is the one thing that survives over all,
The one thing that saves, that nurtures, that protects.
The one thing that remains Eternal.”
“Follow Imagination and leave the Material,
Return to the Natural and embrace it completely,
Learn from my Love and purge your souls of darkness,
And only then will you be saved.”
And She gave Her last gift
And breathed Her last breath
And hoped that Her people would never forget.
The Eternal Darkness ebbed away.
