Inception

And there was nothing Grannus' healing touch Cernunnos' beckon Deo Sucellos' strike Taranis' piercing roar Dandelions floating like snow Witness the eternal laws of nimiety Every single one Is numbered Not one is forgotten Every single one Is just one more in Sucellus' hand Infinitesimal and evanescent Distant echoes ring out, exalting the unseen Ancient mountains serenely bode the vast All deriding the pompous futile That will be burnt to ashes and be washed away Is it sempiternal, yet sanctifying Waters and fires are to come They teach that the soul does not descend to the silent land of Erebus and the sunless realm of Dis below, but that the same breath still governs the limbs in a different world If their tale be true, death is but a point in the midst of perpetual life The ephemeral will fade, the futile will be washed away Wounds will be healed and questions will be answered Creation cleansed for a brand new day Evanescent Minor and small Insignificant Will become a little star To shine for those to come