Basalites

The People of the Rock

In the era most prestine, yet untouched by time. In the far outstretching spaces down below, The Creator, thereupon waves her molten pillow; And whips the torrid oozing slag until it becomes molten white

The forces meet, now wed in force and beauty The Creator laboured, heavy-hearted Till at last, in His full conception He molds the people of the Rock.

The Passage of Time, Unknown, Stanza I, The First Act.