Now sing, O Muse, the first of sacred bonds,
When Heaven bent to kiss the waiting Earth,
When star-crowned lord met mountain-mantled queen
In love's first dance through time's unfolding halls.
Mark well this pattern of divine embrace,
For all unions hence will echo still
This primal joining of above and below.

See how he spreads his star-emblazoned cloak
Across her hills and valleys newly formed,
While she lifts up her morning-misted arms
To welcome heaven's first descending love!
Their touch ignites the patterns of all life,
As mountains rise to meet the stooping stars,
And oceans surge to greet the cosmic rain.

From their first union springs creation's dance:
The rhythm of the seasons yet to be,
The pulse of tides that will embrace all shores,
The cycle of the rains that nurse the world,
The dance of day and night across the lands,
The mingling of the winds with waiting trees,
The marriage-song of heaven and of earth.

Yet even in this blessed hour of love,
When first their powers mingle and combine,
Night's prophetic wisdom sees ahead:
How love will turn to fear, embrace to chain,|
How heaven's kiss will change to iron grip,|
How earth's sweet welcome will become a tomb
For children hidden from their father's gaze.

For Ouranos, now drunk with newfound might,
Will seek to bind all power to his crown,
Forgetting how Night's wisdom gave him rule,
How Earth's consent made perfect his domain.
The stars that now dance in his joyful thought
Will become wardens of a cosmic jail,
Till children's craft breaks heaven's tyranny.

But here, in this first moment pure and bright,
Let joy reign unconditional and true,
As Earth and Heaven learn love's first sweet steps,
While fate holds back its darker threads awhile.
For from their dance will spring both light and dark,
Both harmony and strife, both love and war,
Till heaven's blood brings forth foam-cradled peace.

Deep in her cave of stars where silence speaks,
All-seeing Night, fate-reading Mother-queen,
Bends to her darkest pool of prophecy
Where future's shadows dance like silver fish.
Watch how the sacred waters start to stir
As visions rise from wisdom's hidden depths,
Each ripple showing paths that must unfold.

First comes the dream of heaven's iron reign:
She sees her star-crowned son's ascending pride,
How love of power dims his cosmic sight,
Till every sphere becomes a prison wall
To cage the children of his sacred bed.
Each constellation turns to guardian chain,
Each starry path becomes a bolted door.

Then rises vision of the earth's deep womb,
Where Gaia cradles children yet unborn,
Titans mighty in their brewing strength,
Young gods whose power threatens heaven's throne.
Deep in earth's secret chambers they will grow,
Their mother's pain feeding their gathering might,
Until they can no longer be contained.

Now rises vision of the crafted blade,
Grey adamant that will divide the world,
When youngest son takes up his mother's cause
To end the tyranny of stars above.
Night sees the sickle's arc through future's veil,
Its jagged edge hungry for heaven's blood,
That sacred ichor that will seed the sea.

Behold! The waters tremble, showing now
The moment when the cosmos holds its breath:
When heaven's blood will mingle with sea-foam,
When chaos cradles beauty in its arms,
When from the marriage of the dark and light,
The bitter and the sweet, the high and low,
Will rise a power to transform all things.|

For in that foam a goddess will take form,|
More beautiful than any dream of dawn,
Born of the wound that sunders sky from earth,
Yet healing all division with her touch.
Through her, love's power will transcend the stars,
Through her, strife's children will find harmony,
Through her, night's wisdom will wear beauty's face.

Beyond each single vision's burning truth,
Pattern-reading Night, fate-weaving Queen,
Perceives the greater rhythm of all things:
How power flows like rivers through the worlds,
How kingdoms rise and fall like cosmic tides,
How every crown must pass to newer brows,
Till all complete their destined, cyclic dance.

She sees how Phanes' first creative light
Yielded to her own star-mantled reign,
How she in turn gave heaven his high crown,
Each transfer marking time's unfolding song.
Each king must rise, must rule, must yield at last,
As cosmos spins its web of change and growth,
Through joy and strife toward beauty's final form.

Look how she reads the pattern's deeper truth:
That every ending seeds a new begin,
That power bound will seek its liberty,
That tyranny will birth its own defeat,
That cosmic blood spilled on the fertile void
Will blossom into forms more fair than dreams,
Through wisdom's law of endless change and grace.

For in Night's vision every force must learn
To dance with others in the cosmic round:
Light yielding into dark, dark into light,
The high descending, low ascending high,
Each power finding in its opposite
The completion of its destined course,
As beauty reconciles all striving forms.

She sees how heaven's wound will echo still
Through every transformation yet to come:
How blood of gods will spring as golden flowers,
How tears of love will shine as morning dew,
How every sacrifice will bear sweet fruit,
How every loss reveals a greater gain,
Till all returns to unity at last.

In this most sacred hour before all dawns,
When prophecy completes its first deep song,
Night gathers all her visions into one:
A tapestry of fate so vast and bright
It makes the stars seem dim, so deep with truth
It makes the seas seem shallow, so replete
With beauty yet to be, all words fall still.

Here at the threshold of becoming's dance,
Where every future sleeps in present's womb,
Night holds the cosmos in her wisdom's gaze
And sees how every thread of destiny
Weaves toward that moment when the foam will bloom
With beauty's birth, when heaven's sacred blood\
Will seed the sea with love's transforming power.

O witness now how in her starlit depths,
Each prophecy ignites another's flame:
The sickle's edge gleams with beauty's light,
The falling blood shimmers with wisdom's grace,
The rising foam glows with love's sacred fire,
Until all visions merge in one great truth
That spans the bridge from chaos into form.

For she who nursed the first gods at her breast,
Who cradled light itself in darkness deep,
Who taught the stars their first eternal dance,
Now sees beyond the wound that must divide
Heaven from Earth, beyond the blood that falls,
Beyond the foam that rises from that fall,
To beauty's final victory through love.

Let those with hearts to hear now listen deep
To wisdom echoing from future's shore:
How every ending bears beginning's seed,
How loss transmutes to love's most perfect gain,
How beauty's birth through heaven's willing wound
Will heal the cosmic rift with harmony,
Till all returns to unity at last.