Maxwell - Gestation: Mythos

She became filled earlier
As the late of destiny carved her creation
To the unsuspecting few
Holding in and hiding the pregnancy
She continued the dance, she moved
A year before now the dance would draw to an end
And the cleansing would need to begin
This next breed would be the bridge into the millenium
I was brought in then
I was then blessed to aid the midwives
Thirty nine weeks crawled
And it seemed as if this walk would never run
Until she pulled a plushe filled push
And out from her came them

Each a radiant distinctive
Familiar as I have never seen in gazes before
They were filled blessed like thrills