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