Kuro
The sky turns red.
From my center streams primordial force.
Cold fire glowing burns into the world
loosed through the gate of my gaze.
Silence — among the ruins of believed identities — plays.
In the shadow of the sun the pregnant hound gives birth.
Velvety deep black fur gleams with all the colors of my sound.
Cover me
Silence
Vast cosmic distance
Your gaze contains the whole of night.
Yet you see only me
Who am I ?
I am the Before of création.
Threefold I sit upon my throne.
Forged from fire-night.
I am never finished —never found—
What does not recognize me — you see through as though it were not.
My thoughts call You into being.
Your voice — that voice is mine.
Your hands make me real.
But you are not. Black as the night —