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The Nameless One

A long way back before real time began,
Before the village, before the trees or man
The Nameless One stood huge upon the land
And steadily with force in his strong hands
He pushed and shaped the hills as potters’ clay.

He gouged green fertile valleys deep and wide
And formed the steep slopes of the mountainside.
He smiled and breathed life deep into the earth
Which shook and quivered as if ‘twas filled with mirth
And deep inside the mount, mirth swelled and grew.

Huge chunks of solid joy flew through the air
And lava giggles squeezed out everywhere.
So now the villagers’ hearts are filled with dread
Each time old Nameless starts to shake his head
And deep within, his laughter starts to build.

An ancient song is sung by firelight,
As frenzied chants continue through the night.
They know that it is he who rules the land
The very earth upon which humans stand.
‘Oh Nameless One, please sleep once more, we beg.’

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