The Great One, vast and infinite, Yearned for a child, a spark of light. But not through mortal love or sin, A different path he sought to begin. From the void, his hands did weave, A being pure, too great to grieve. No mortal bond, no earthly plea, Just a child born from his own decree. A gift of power, of strength, and grace, A living force from endless space. Not like the gods, with mortal ties, The Great One's child, from starlit skies. Would the child embrace or break? A god's creation-what path to take? For even stars must face their end, When bound by time, as man's own friend.All Rights Reserved
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