Story of Creation

Chapter 1

Jett Belavin
CRY Magazine
2 min readMay 11, 2023

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And the son of the Sea sang to lord Moon;
He sang a song of lonely sorrow;
so the Moon gave Loves’ kiss to the Wind
and Wind gave it to the Sea;
and used the love to create the fish that we now know to be.
And the lord of Fire smiled,
and the lord of Sin’s mouth grew wider,
and it did so in silence.

And daughter Earth had been working,
ceaselessly, with undeniable passion.
And so came the hills, and canyons,
and the mountains, and the caves.

And when she was done,
she asked lady Love for love
so the very fish from the sea could come to her and live with she.
And the lady Love granted her wish.
And the son of the Sea smiled,
and the lord of Fire smiled,
and the Sun and Moon continued to dance,
and the lord of Sin started into what cannot be comprehended,
and his mouth grew wider,
and it did so in silence.
And for a time, it was this…

Till the son of Wind convened with the son of Sky
and deemed that earthly birds should fly.
And the son of Wind smiled, and the son of Sky smiled
and daughter Earth looked above with love for her birds;
and lady Love felt a singe in her heart;
and the lord of Sins mouth grows wider,
and it does so in silence.

And the animals grow,
till the humans appear —
and with them the son of the People.
And daughter Earth cries of joy,
and lady Love sings,
and the lord of Fire burns
and the sun and moon danced;
and the people built their homes,
and the people loved and feared the Gods.
And the Gods revered and feared the Lords;
and the lord of Sin’s mouth grew wider,
And foreboding teeth erupted from his maw,
and no longer could he ignore,
and no longer could he be silent,
and with a heinous laugh (of gratitude)
he vanished.

And the gust of wind in a place no wind could be
knew this place was not for he,
and so, a gust of wind went to a place no wind could be,
and swallowed himself, and sat in his chair,
where he forever resides staring into what cannot be comprehended —
by any other than he. (And for all time, it is-)
This, and all the more.

Photo by Davide Cantelli on Unsplash

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Jett Belavin
CRY Magazine

Writer, creative, poet, and student at OCADU. I write to inspire and intrigue and strive to be profound and thoughtful.