Eä's Redemption by AaronAzrael

The Flame Imperishable is Immortal.
Ever shifting and evasive but the Centre.
It is The Law within three Circles Verbal,
intersected, causing Life of the Inventor.

"Let there be Light!"
uttered The Father, our God.
The Word through his Might,
he birthed as his Son; his Thought

flew as breath past Creation,
advocating righteous traits,
for those who fall in damnation,
he'd represent; eternity awaits.

"Aum" as low as ocean's water
underneath the blackness' cloak,
chants the manna's alma mater,
the Cube took shape; thrice Life awoke.

Shifting the Flame from a single dot,
the mouth emits eternal Voice,
Atum is spinning in "I AM" Orbital Chariot,
while the Law binds your choice.

Ever transcendental and uniform,
beyond the corridors of Time and Space,
Sabaoth wanted to shape the form...
but alone? Single ruler of the place?

No. He takes no joy in usurping...
nor in centralised creative lacks...
to enrich means to share the spring,
as well as the unmanifested black.

The plane of creational dynamics.
The matrix of pitch darkness was a void.
A type of power that confused some kids,
it was rather geometry than evil spoilt.

Sabaoth observed with dearest love....
the Cube of Life, the tree of Sephiroth emersed.
On his shoulder his second son, the dove,
El's originator only uttered through the Son the first.

What did he need to guarantee Creation?
He needed common Co-Creators to take part...
to shape the forms and to observe with patience...
diligent, tested, through initiation path.. So Start!

"Eru the Iluvatar, Vieni!"
And the Maha Elohim came forth.
"Create, Coordinate, in Law be!
Protect, and have no other God in Faith."

"Thou shall be the Arch-Elohim!"
Thus voicing him the Builders' Demiurge.
bequeathеd to him Ten Commandments within...
And gave way to Eru's newborn urge.

Eru was gifted Absolute Oneness,
despite the Trinity's ever honoured distance,
his Name in Unitarity would encompass
the First architectonic existence.

His realm the separating plane.
As above, so was below.
The vertical matrix was the same,
an Animus with artistry to sow.

The coordinate system would be a cross,
to launch symmetrical lines.
Eru, the Avatar of responsibility across
all the spheres and the confines.

He stood in silence, pre-uttering triumph,
the Builders' seeds in the mind of the One,
Cosmos of Stars and atomic patterns in Aeons
of stillness until the midpoint time'd commence.

Rigorous, he raised his arm at steady pace,
in parallel with the ground below him,
Designers' pre-hearts trembled at his face of Fate,
and suddenly! He erupted to win.

"Eä!" reveberated his Voice,
filling the blankness of white,
black was the void ever devoid,
somehow there, yet outside.

His arm now aimed upwards
to his faithful promise immortal.
In spheres circled new stars,
and The Universe got fertile.

Omnipresent in his Oneness,
all was nothing as of beyond;
The Elohim souls were but a zest
of spherical codes and a bond.

Melodious unison of magical gleams,
the Ray from the centre erupted,
Deus X as to delineate the circular dreams,
Geometry with enrichment instructed.

He was lonely throughout Preexistence,
part of his Layout, in Patient Timing,
so he Created his Family and Friends,
their DNA, devout, of adamantine launching!

"Let there be Ainur!" They were Perfection,
the Immaculate Complement of Eru's thought,
Iluvatar, in love and speechless: "Direction!"
acquainting each with their element bethought.

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How could it possibly be conveyed
how gratitude of first breath thrilled;
eyes unlocked the soul's own faith
that itself slowly inspired revealed.

Coming into being for the first time.
Despite the homogenous past
where nothingness was entwined
with the Flame's immortal blast.

A bit of a pain, wasn't it?
To become a spark of a monad.
For birth would also permit
nostalgia of oblivion in God.

The first thought of the I AM,
a diamond descending double spirals,
while past's nothingness was... hm?
first time alive, forgetting the arrival.

The shape was an illusion of sinking
deep into dimensions where forms
were the fate of the Avatar unblinking,
yet estranged of immutable norms.

Their souls the size of a dragonfly,
so delicate, provoking pity and mercy,
for when you overpowered the tiniest guy,
their immortality became priority per se.

Such a small orb of concentrated force,
of their childhood of awakening maturing,
and whenever they'd open Ea's doors,
they shouldn't be pushy but enduring.

For Eru granted them his own design,
to each a piece of elemental impetus,
and once they'd learn how to combine
the effort of their piece of mind and trust,

they'd be the Rulers of the World,
its Primordial Forces and Collective Driver,
yet... new eyes... what have I heard?
Ages would pass by until they'd decipher.

Each fatigue to reach out
would make them cooperatively skilled,
fragile, never rushed or too loud,
yet obfuscated sight in waves instilled

imperceptible submersion so aquatic
of sound waves interference,
each attempt to listen was empathic,
until at one point ~ new bodily coherence.

This is how they swayed in transparency,
in some etheric state of airlike sleep,
sharp thoughts and astral visions in sea
of celestial telepathy, into the deep.

Their common harmony grew,
as they sang in tolerant transmissions,
and then it took place. The dew!
... And Eru gathered them for their mission.

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Hence, the Mighty Ainur gathered.
The hierarchy building the forms.
What was the idea of their Father?
They were silent, gathered, uniform.

Hearts trembling with divine inspiration,
expectations without rushed shapes,
they knew no disappointing divination,
just the Aumic sound, God's pace.

Eru Iluvatar, an authority to listen,
knew their hearts and their fate,
yet choices and willpower's decision
shape the scenarios that nucleate.

He raised his two arms to the sky,
shaping the arc of the rainbow,
and the Void swirled its eternal night,
in the act of manifesting vow.

Love was what they'd hold
in their threefold Flame of Heart.
Suddenly, his Music echoed
and All would immediately start.

Eru's Melody entwined in might,
grace and magic unheard of before;
starting in glory, ending in light,
they bowed silent, aweing his Lore.

Eru uttered his commandment:
"The Melody I gave for you to fathom,
so the Music Great now jointly Create.
The Flame Imperishable acts from
your centre's point of stillness. Actuate!"

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(...)
The Ainur gathered in a choir,
each a master of a Sound,
some sang deeper, some did higher,
to the Choice of Music Bound.

For they uttered their Music,
the Symphony of Life in Colour.
they Filled the Void with Cubic
expressions of an inner Lore.

The Emptiness ceased to be devoid.
Now it was alive and emanating,
echoing fractals unveiling in Astroids,
Sacred Geometry Circles creating.

The Glory of their Song was Hailing
before Eru, their Father of the Form.
Never after was heard such a captivating
story to be told; yet, it's worth the waiting.
For in aeons, Second Music would be born.

There was the Ainur Melkor,
who was the mightiest in Elohim potential
among his kindred, yet his core
was lured to try a forbidden sequential.

He brought discord to the Piece of Art.
Lower in pitch, deeper yet a noise,
distorting with delays of seconds, a warp,
a vortex birthing diabolic choice.

"Zacheem ya zdhuu zvonkaa...", unnerved,
as a cave's reverberation, but of a drill,
it got prolonged, then brisk, then curved,
unrealistic, sad, or even equal to Eru's Will;

Confused in blasphemous infernal chaos,
seemingly Melkor's dualism balanced the shape.
The lesser deemed righteous his cause,
yet it was a mere lesson, lest a mortal grave.

For all would lead to the Creator,
the Father that Holds Forever the Flame;
all surveilled by the Immortal Reaper
of the Law so Strict ~ in the Hall of Pain.

Glorious souls fell shamelessly from the sky,
their birthright of life and choice did not endure
the trial of Mercy's initiation against the lie
of scenery's costumes, filled with mere lures.

Sad but true. Deus Ex Machina
comes at the End of Time to lift the decor.
"you reap what you sow" and nostalgia
is what's left when the Law opens its Door.
(...)

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In a clash of wrath that disobeyed
and unholiest display of power,
Melkor, in the dawn of early decay,
was rather deluded like a coward.

Angrily, the Ainur lost his vision,
passionate about his part,
he forgot it was Divinest Reason
that determined the heart.

Melkor tried so desperate to win.
The first ignition of eternal hatred,
yet is was a lesson, original sin,
for all would return to the Sacred.

So the first attempt was chatter,
prolonging the tones of the song,
yet every time he tried to alter
it, his deepening went wrong.

For every time his fellow spirits
fell for the sake of his verbal abuse,
they indeed failed challenged wits,
yet was it Melkor's idea or whose?

The throne of Eru shattered imperious,
when Melkor deviated once again.
His forgiving face was absolutely serious,
predicting their prolonged and utter pain.

And when Melkor thrice misused,
he got smashed by Thrinitary Law,
for Ero was One and Melkor accused,
Judged by the atom's own know-how.

The Iluvatar stood up with authority,
with a friendly smile like the Father he was,
he raised his hand upward with seniority,
and All Life knew that only He could cause.

Melkor rebelled like an electric guitar,
sowing discord among all known sounds,
rather like a shriek of death at war,
or a prisoner with electrocuted wounds.

He soared like a vortex in the ocean,
deepest sound yet ending in vain,
and whilst he was dying in that motion,
Eru poured him with some rain,

straight into the substance Melkor had borrowed,
as if to show him all Life began in his Flame,
Melkor struggled like there was no tomorrow,
yet Eru simply resonated, ending his bane.

Eru then uttered the Ultimate Music,
the only one capable of newer notes,
Whoever heard it, never got used to it,
its profundity - a meaningful antidote.

Undeniable jurisdiction, indeed.
Nothing could happen, lest he allowed it.
And all - to satiate Eru's need
for Creative development: never without it.

Would it matter, if we didn't progress?
Yet even Melkor at pain in the trials,
for if we listen, it always manifests
in harmony, yet our deeds are biased.

The angels who fell back then,
all the Elohim of forms,
would regain - but the pain?
Let's listen, when he warns.

Eru, in his holiest command,
spoke without accepting excuse,
and all who were there to expand,
innerly knew all would be used,

for the greater glory of his good,
even the most vicious deeds,
the ones trapped in delusion sued,
yet for something he'd need.

And Eru Iluvatar uttered the word:

"Mighty are the Ainur, and mightiest among them is Melkor; but that he may know, and all the Ainur, that I am Ilúvatar, those things that ye have sung, I will show them forth, that ye may see what ye have done. And thou, Melkor, shalt see that no theme may be played that hath not its uttermost source in me, nor can any alter the music in my despite. For he that attempteth this shall prove but mine instrument in the devising of things more wonderful, which he himself hath not imagined.'" - Tolkien quote

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