Birth of A World

Fire and flame, spitting out their raging inferno,
Into a new space.
Spreading, crawling, seeking for something to consume,
Colliding to collapse, to rebirth darker.
Solid, liquid, the invisible finding together to form anew,
Freezing time in its place and making up the everything.
The black creeping in between, the heat lost,
All running towards the infinite edge.
The echo of creation rebounding,
Sounding its waves throughout.
The incendiary hungrier than ever before,
Grasping for the fleeing pray,
Forcing the lights to fade into an eternal chase.
No business in this world, no god.

Just the sparks that set the void afire.