To grow again

by: Zachariah H. Williams

Into and out of nothing
Divinity awoke and softly stretched
She yawned as well.
Abyss quaked before her, potential
Begun to make
Something out of the bits
And pieces of non-existance
That floated around her
Angry, she took to swinging
She look rather silly
But divinity as she is divine
Her body like a brush

Strokes wide and fine
Until she become nothing
Dust to stars
The black engulfed her
Celestial agents follow
In what holds all of live
And lost as we, aware
That such dreading and deadening dark shadow
Is our beautiful resurrection