as the cycle ends again once more,
the serpent coils against the shore.
the hand that feeds, gives, and mends,
creates a tale that never ends.

no matter the story, no matter the tale,
the cycle loops without any fail.
as the cycle goes each thousand years,
the fractured god learns more of fears.

so round the circle, stars are born,
and from their dust, a god's reform.
aberrations and outliers evermore,










does the fractured god create once more?