Seams of the Void – Part I

When the first strands of time were sewn

Through the infinite seams of the void

A single stitch was thrown aside

And the unwritten balance destroyed

For what had been destined a perfect work

Was no longer unblemished and pure

Through the smallest of glitches something had snuck

Something with a will to endure

And as the fledgling reality stretched

Testing the strength of its weave

It felt something niggling out of place

That was never going to leave…

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