Hark! A tale of yore, where shadows dance and gleam,
Of Lanksha and Linksha, twin gods in a dream,
From Yod-He-Samekh, the slumbering god's decree,
They wove the tapestry of all that we can see.
In realms of old, where time itself did bend,
Before the dawn, before the world did mend,
There lived a god, Yod-He-Samekh, so they say,
Whose slumber deep, held all creation at bay.
From his repose, a cosmic echo stirred,
Two spirits born, by ancient laws conferred,
Lanksha and Linksha, twin gods of might,
One light, one dark, in eternal, cosmic fight.
Lanksha, with hands of light, a gentle touch,
Formed worlds anew, where life did flourish much,
Her whispers soft, upon the void she breathed,
And from the dust, a universe was conceived.
With gentle hand, she shaped the sun so bright,
And painted stars, to pierce the darkest night,
She wove the tapestry of life, so grand,
With every touch, a world at her command.
Linksha, with eyes of fire, a tempest's might,
Unleashed the chaos, swallowed worlds in night,
With thunderous roar, he shattered what was made,
And in the ashes, new beginnings were laid.
His touch, a storm, a whirlwind's angry sweep,
He carved the mountains, and plunged the oceans deep,
He tore the fabric, of worlds so fair,
To make way for the new, beyond compare.
Two sides of one, on Equilibrium's coin,
Creation and destruction, forever intertwined,
Lanksha and Linksha, in eternal play,
Balanced the scales, from dawn till judgment day.
Their dance, a cosmic waltz, a timeless sway,
From Yod-He-Samekh, they received their sway,
To shape the world, to break it, and to mend,
In endless cycles, their purpose did extend.
Metaphysics, the fabric of their art,
With every thought, a universe took part,
From Yod-He-Samekh, the slumbering god's decree,
They danced the cosmic waltz, for all eternity.
So let us sing, of Lanksha and Linksha's might,
The twin gods of creation, and eternal night,
Their story echoes, through the ages still,
A testament to the cosmic will.
Yet, in the heart of this cosmic ballet,
A whisper arose, a truth to convey,
For in the balance, in the ebb and flow,
A yearning stirred, a seed began to grow.
Lanksha, the gentle, yearned for more,
To see her creations, forevermore,
To feel the warmth, of a sun's gentle ray,
And witness the beauty, of a new day.
Linksha, the fierce, felt a pang of regret,
For the worlds he destroyed, he could not forget,
The echoes of chaos, in his soul did reside,
A yearning for peace, he could not hide.
From Yod-He-Samekh, the slumbering god's decree,
A new challenge arose, for them to see,
To find a balance, beyond the old ways,
To bridge the divide, in a new, brighter phase.
Thus, Lanksha and Linksha, in a pact unseen,
Embarked on a journey, a quest to convene,
To find a harmony, a balance so rare,
Where creation and destruction, could coexist and share.
They sought the wisdom, of ancient beings,
Of celestial beings, and cosmic leanings,
They delved into secrets, of time and of space,
To find the key, to a new, harmonious embrace.
Through trials and tribulations, they did strive,
To find the path, where both could thrive,
To weave a tapestry, of peace and of might,
Where creation and destruction, could dance in the light.
And so, the story unfolds, in a new, grand design,
Of Lanksha and Linksha, their purpose to refine,
To find the balance, in the cosmic decree,
And create a world, where all can be free.
Through eons untold, their journey did wend,
Across realms of starlight, their quest to extend,
They sought the wisdom, of ancient sages,
And delved into secrets, of forgotten ages.
They traversed the cosmos, on wings of the wind,
To find the balance, their hearts did intend,
They crossed paths with beings, of cosmic renown,
And learned of the secrets, of worlds yet unknown.
From the whispers of stars, and the songs of the spheres,
They gathered the knowledge, to quell their fears,
They learned of the cycles, of birth and of death,
And the power of harmony, with each passing breath.
Lanksha, the gentle, embraced the dark side,
To understand the chaos, that could not be denied,
Linksha, the fierce, sought the light's gentle grace,
To find the balance, in this cosmic chase.
They learned to embrace, the duality's sway,
To weave a tapestry, where darkness and light could play,
To find the harmony, in the cosmic decree,
Where creation and destruction, could dance in unity.
And so, as they journeyed, their purpose grew clear,
To find the balance, to banish all fear,
To create a world, where all could thrive,
A testament to the cosmic drive.
For in the heart of the cosmos, a truth did reside,
That creation and destruction, could coexist side by side,
In a dance of harmony, a symphony of light,
Where Lanksha and Linksha, could find their true might.
And as they journeyed, their hearts did ignite,
With the passion to create, a world so bright,
A world of balance, a world of peace,
Where creation and destruction, could finally cease.
As Lanksha and Linksha, their journey neared its end,
A whisper echoed, a cosmic message to send,
From Yod-He-Samekh, the slumbering god's decree,
A voice in their minds, a symphony to be.
A chill ran through them, as the voice did resound,
For the slumbering god's voice, was seldom profound,
A tremor of fear, in their hearts did reside,
For if he awoke, all of existence would hide.
But the voice was gentle, a soothing balm,
A whisper of wisdom, to allay their alarm,
"In your quest for balance, a truth you've found,
A third god arises, on sacred ground."
"Aeksha, the god of duality's embrace,
Born from your union, in this sacred space,
The equilibrium, the balance so rare,
Where creation and destruction, can coexist and share."
The words echoed deep, in their very core,
A shock and awe, they had never felt before,
For the slumbering god, had spoken his will,
A new god was born, their purpose to fulfill.
Aeksha, the god of equality's might,
A symbol of balance, in the cosmic light,
The embodiment of harmony, so grand,
A testament to the cosmic command.
And as they understood, the god's decree,
A sense of peace, washed over them, you see,
For they had achieved, what they set out to do,
To create a balance, a world anew.
Yod-He-Samekh, the slumbering god's decree,
Had spoken through them, in a telepathic spree,
A cosmic symphony, a message so clear,
That balance and harmony, were always near.
And so, Lanksha and Linksha, with hearts filled with grace,
Embraced their destiny, in this sacred space,
With Aeksha, the god of equality's might,
They ushered in a new era, of cosmic light.