In the start there was nothing,

and in this nothingness lay,

everything.

then there was light,

and to see it ,an eye,

 a heart to rebel,

a mind to contemplate,

so began this journey,

 to sin and sinners,

virtue and saints,

hell and heaven,

few wandered ,others squandered,

some realized the gist,

while many hit the pit.

 A heretic, however

travelled a road,

seldom chosen,

A path that lead to,

neither ice nor fire, 

 sainthood nor sin,

A journey to obsecurity,

a transcendence to void.

 and in the end there will absolute silence,

 in it,

 the Truth.