Unto the darkness

You're god: rewrite the creation story 

I am cold.

Not the biting winter chill that swirling storms will carry across your frozen tundras.

This is a frigid loneliness, one that births from the infinite darkness. 

I am heat.

Not the heat that burns off the sun and scorches the sands, a scar upon the land you will so desperately toil. 

I am a smoldering energy, one that rises from the teeming mass of accelerated collisions, life upon life and death upon death.

I am yearning.

Not the yearning that an empty soul will feel when a suffocating grief overwhelms your broken heart. 

I am a ravenous appetite, a cavernous craving that bellows across the desolation.

They have trapped me here; they think me bound and bent and broken. But I am brimming, a simmering boundless coil. 

I release, and unto the darkness I will shout with glorious purpose:

Let there be light.