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I have memory and awareness But I have no shape or form As a disembodied spirit I am dead and yet unborn I have passed into Olympus As was told in tales of old To the City of Immortals Marble white and purest gold I see the Gods in battle rage on high Thunderbolts across the sky I cannot move, I cannot hide I feel a silent scream begin inside Then all at once the chaos ceased A stillness fell, a sudden peace The Warriors felt my silent cry And stayed their struggle, mystified Apollo was astonished Dionysus thought me mad But they heard my story further And they wondered, and were sad Looking down from Olympus On a world of doubt and fear Its surface splintered into Sorry hemispheres. They sat a while in silence Then they turned at last to me ‘We will call you Cygnus The God of Balance you shall be’
A disembodied spirit witnesses divine chaos in Olympus, feeling both dead and unborn. As gods pause to hear its silent scream, they name it Cygnus, the God of Balance, amidst a world of turmoil.