…and one by one the stars sunk in the dark; In silence, slowly, worlds withered away. The cosmos lay as wounded stag when hark Backwards the dogs once slain they have their prey: The deer, as before him descends the dark, Salutes in tears the light of his last day; When waned in silence his last cosmic spark The universe bewailed his lot this way. Alone sat in the middle of that night A weeping god, the last one who survived, and mourned his cosmos now dead and forlorn: Forgotten’d be each tale, each deed and fight. In tears he stabbed his heart and sacrificed… And thus a new reality was born.