in the beginning there was chaos 

in which the germ of the beginning and the rights 

they emerged from the tangled elements 

not brightness, not human being but dusk 

from which earth and day came into existence 

brightness- a daughter of darkness, not of spirit 

the black sky without its jewels stars 

gave the glory to its father with brilliance 

first parents Ereb-night, eternal night 

and their fruit, mankind, constrains the tribe 

the toys of elements,the children of dreams 

their gods are only illusions 

human rights crushed in the fingers of the might 

long centuries the sleep of mother earth 

the sleep so coloured real but fog woven 

and awakening will come from dusk