Thus spoke Zarathustra

.

In ages come and lost to life and time alike,

In a time aeons gone between two forevers

Danced a myriad of stars by the sea, on a dike,

They waltzed around in a bright, forgetful fever,

Not a care in the world, not in time nor in space,

They went about slowly, moving at their own pace,

Right then there existed nothing other than them

As they were entranced in this wonderful anthem,

Swift as the wind and as fluid as the river,

Their dreams engraved in stone burning as bright as fire,

Not one was a taker while both were the giver,

The weight of their passion kept them afoot the mire,

For once they were to stop silence would fall anew

And the hearth that brightly lit the path to the shore

With inexhaustible hope and endless sinew

In the deep raven night would burn bright nevermore.

.


Little homage to O 3. Haters gonna hate.

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