Its quite long so bear with me:
The mothers song:
Out of the darkness, the chaos of time,
The whirlwind gave birth to the mother sublime,
She woke to Herself knowing life had great worth,
The dark empty void greived the Great Mother Earth,
The mother was lonely, She was the only.
From the dust of her birth She created the other,
A pale shining freind, a companion, a brother,
They grew up together, learned to love and to care,
And when she was ready, they decided to pair.
Around her he'd hover. Her pale shining lover.
She was happy at first with Her counterpart.
Then the Mother grew restless, unsure in her heart,
She loved Her Fair Friend, Her dear complement,
But something was missing, Her love was unspent.
She was the Mother She needed another.
She dared the great void, the chaos, the dark,
To find the cold home of the ife-giving spark,
The whirlwind was fearsome, the darkness complete,
Chaos was frezzin, and reached for her heart.
The Mother was brave. The danger was grave.
She drew from the cold chaos the creative source,
Then conceiving within, She fled with life-force.
She grew with the life that she carried inside.
And gave of herself with love and with pride.
The mother was bearing. Her life she was sharing
The dark empty voide and the vast ebarren Earth,
With anticipation, awaited the birth,
Life drank from ehr blood, It breathed from her bones,
It split her skin opned and sundered Her stones.
The mother was giving. Another was living
her gushing birth waters filled rivers and seas,
And flooded the land, giving rise to the trees.
From each drop new grass and leaves grew,
And lush verdant plants made all the earth new.
Her waters were flowing, New green was growing.
In violent labor spewing fire and strife,
She struggled in pain to give birth to new life,
Her dried clotted blood turned to red-ochred soil,
But the radiant child made it all worth the toil.
The mothers great joy, A bright shining boy.
Mountains rose up spouting flames from their crests,'
She nurtured he son from her mountainous breats.
He suckled so hard, the sparks flew so high,
The mothers hot milk laid a path in the sky.
His life had begun. She nourished her son.
He laughed and he played, and grew big and bright,
He lit up the darkness, the Mother's delight.
She lavished Her love, he grew bright and strong,
But soon he matured, not a child for long.
Her son was near grown. His mind was his own.
She took from the source for the life she'd begun.
Now the cold empty void was enticing her son.
The mother gave love, but the youth longed for more,
For knowledge, excitement, to travel,explore.
Chaos was her foe. But her son yearned to go.
Alright there is a lot more but i thought you wouldn't want to read much more... if any one wants the rest of the song leave a comment and ill finish it up.
