In the hush before creation’s first breath,
‘Twas dawn of time, a void most deathly.
Silent echoes of cosmic rhyme,
Within a realm untouched by time.

From the shadows of eternal night,
Emerged a flicker, a glimmer of light.
Death’s cold grasp partially unwound,
Birth’s first whispers, a cycle defined.

Beneath the moon’s soft silver sheen,
The silence lingers of a cosmic dream.
Through the eons, a silent mime,
The hallowed stillness of the forever time.