In the age before this world, a mystery shrouds, Born in darkness, the universe unannounced. Then, in a blaze of light, creation unfurled, A tale of fire and water, the elements whirled.
From the mist emerged a cow and a bull, Majestic and strong, they stood tall. Bouindâ, the cow, fed on the vaporous haze, Her udders brimming with nourishing praise.
Uindotaruos, the bull, thrived on her milk divine, His brawn and might a force to enshrine. More mist nourished Bouindâ, life’s grand course, Uindotaruos sowed his seed with a powerful force.
Two children were born from this divine blend, Litauiâ, radiant and broad, her beauty did transcend. Dêiuos, strong and tall, born from breath’s embrace, Destined for greatness, with wisdom and grace.
Yet, Uindotaruos foresaw a fateful plight, His heart overflowed with love, despite. A sacrifice he’d make, for his newfound kin, His final offering, his life’s ultimate win.
When Dêiuos reached maturity, the task at hand, He fulfilled the plan, with courage’s command. He struck, he strangled, he took Uindotaruos’ breath, A solemn act, sealing their destinies’ breadth.
Uindotaruos’ head became the sun above, His tears sparkled, the stars to inspire love. Litauiâ took his blood, deep well she made, From Uindotaruos’ backbone, Drus was laid.
Seeds from Drus grew in the well’s embrace, Ungods, Cauaroi, giants took their place. Feeding on Uindotaruos’ flesh, they grew strong, Warriors fierce, with power they belonged.
Dêiuos and Litauiâ’s family grew, In union, they thrived, their love stayed true. Three brothers and Three sisters stood tall, leading the way, Kindness, strength, wisdom, their virtues array.
The Cauaroi despised this family anew, War raged on, a never-ending brew. With Uindotaruos’ flesh nearly spent, Hunger loomed, the children’s torment.
Litauiâ prepared a fortress with care, Yet, they couldn’t stay forever there. A sacrifice was required, a heavy toll, Bouindâ knew what fate would unroll.
Bouindâ offered herself, a heartrending choice, To shape the world, a sacrifice of voice. The brothers struck, with tears in their eyes, They shaped this world, a great enterprise.
From Bouindâ’s body, creation arose, Mountains, forests, rivers, all took repose. Her skull, cast high, adorned the night, Becoming the moon, a celestial sight.
Her blood formed the seas, in waves they danced, Her milk became rivers, through lands enhanced. From Bouindâ’s bones, majestic peaks grew, Her teeth turned to stones, strong and true.
Her hair became forests, where life would dwell, A wondrous tale, in nature’s spell. Life flourished, the universe unfurled, A gift of abundance, a magical world.
Under the watch of the first family’s might, Cauaroi and Dêuîs engage in a timeless fight. The three brothers and three sisters claimed their realms divine, Dumnos, Albios, and Bitus, each a sign.
Bessus Nouiogalation 