The Cycle 3: Hadean

Reagent of absence, worshipped envious desire; hatred a lonely herald. Forever moving, forever reaching fabled gods always out if reach. Encroaching light focuses, dusted halos give way barren vista of circling rock. Lonely envy rages. Waiting, sleeping babes bring no joy. The Waking Giant slams fury. Glorious whips stretching, burning No celestial progeny untouched; the distant children hiding slammed, remains discarded. The Giant’s terrible pull reaches all brazen backs left burning spinning crusted wounds and heat spitting out as if in pleading. All broken to heel.