The Forming of the World

And they were saddened.
For the space around them was silent.
And chaos waved upon
Their silence as waves upon the sea.
But this rhythm would not appease them.
They were lonely.
But they saw the shadows
Of what future children would wreak.
And they feared
Too much, too much to lose
Another son like Ob.
And so it was,
The decided for lesser children instead.
More than pets
Less than gods
Something in between.
They also knew
To protect themselves
And so they created
The Fringe of Creation
A great vast opaque dome
Through which one could see
The sun and the stars
And which could keep them
Safe from whatever chaos
Their lesser children
Might wreak inside.