In
the beginning there was nothing.
There were no creatures,
There was no land,
Nor sea,
Nor was there sky and stars.
There was no sun and moon, nor
other heavenly bodies,
There was only void.
Yet there was always Lycan, who
has been ever powerful and the root
Of all that is good.
Always with Lycan was his wife,
Lycania.
With her they shared power and
were eternally devoted.
It was out of love for her
husband, and of what could be,
That Lycania, with a voice most fair, began to
sing.
She sang of stars that would
light the universe,
Of the Sun, warmth giver, to
light the skies in glorious rays,
And the Moon, mother to the
stars, giver of light when darkness lay.
Thus there was born the night
and day.
Lycania had dreamed of a world
rich in color, a tapestry of life.
She sang of mountain and forest,
glen and pine, and meadow
And of the bounty the land’s
soil would endow.
Trees would bear food for an
assortment of creatures,
Life would flourish from the
earth’s gifts,
On and on, a cycle upon cycle.
Her voice ebbed and flowed as
the water in the brook,
That graces every stone.
She sang of blue seas and water
good to drink,
Flowing among the lands.
And too she sang of fish and
other animals
That would inhabit the waters.
Lycania’s song wove many other
creatures,
Of land,
Of sea,
Of sky,
All these creatures her eyes had
dreamed and voice brought to light,
She sang them beauty and scope,
To her Eternal Lord, who would
give them life.
Lycania’s final verses were of
the Lyconian race,
For she had made them most in Their
light,
She sang of their strength, and
valor bright.
Their potential for good, and
honor great.
They would rule this world in
mortal flesh,
And guard it safe,
And goodness would come of them.
Thus sang Lycania, maiden of the
golden words,
Her lyre echoing in the void.
By now every God immortal had
gathered to hear,
And moved were they by her song,
But none more than Lycan, All
Father.
Stirred by her words,
Her vision pure,
His enduring love for her,
And for His Creation,
Lycan thus carved the world into
being.
From His own flesh, Lycan
created the earth,
A sphere, perfect in form,
And above the world He set the
sky.
To light His creation, Lycan
created the sun out of his burning will.
He shaped the Moon, Sun’s
companion,
Hope in darkness when the Sun must rest,
From Lycania’s own grace He drew.
To the Sun and Moon He gave each
other,
And the Moon bore billions of children,
These are the stars that
surround the world.
Then from his beard, Lycan
World-Maker drew a single hair,
And placed it on the world he
had created.
From this sprout Hanuiir, the
tree of life,
From which grew all other trees and plants.
Many bore fruits and things good
and wholesome,
And colors too lined their make.
True beauty did they partake,
Bright lit by the Sun.
Lycania’s song, had touched the
All Father deep,
From Him a single tear drop He
let fall upon His new world,
And this tear would fill the
world with river, lake, and sea,
And it would cover the globe,
and give life to all creation,
Just as Lycania’s music stirred
within Him the inspiration, to create.
The world made, with water to
drink, foods to eat,
Lycan turned to create living beings.
Taking up a handful of earth
mixed with water,
Lycan blew it to dust, and what
landed formed
All the creatures of land,
And sea,
And sky,
He made them as all beings, in
male and female,
And they were all beautiful in
His sight and the sight of the Gods.
But most marvelous were the people
of Lycan.
Lycan Great, Maker of the World,
again took up earth and water,
And metal,
For this as well did He make,
And drawing His own blood, and Lycania’s,
He let these
two drops into the mixture,
And Lycan blew to life a man and
woman, their mortal children.
Thus was born the Lyconian race,
and the world we live on.
And all the Gods after listening
and watching agreed,
It was a masterpiece to behold.
-Lycania’s
Song, and the Creation of the World
(The Lyconian creation myth of their
race and their origin world, Lycan)
