There is a serpent who cradles the world.
I have seen this, with his blood of moons and eyes of suns
and skin that glimmers stars.

The dawn blinds him and steals his breath,
and the winds anger at the scent of his jealousy and flee across the oceans.
But Dusk unfurls its chilled fingers and brings courage to the Snake.
The sun has tripped and fallen and all light has passed,
and the world and the Snake are alone once more.