Poem for story (abandoned)

I'm creating a ConLang on my other Blogger Blog, and I've been formulating the starts of a poem for said story.

The Colours flow from after the Beginning.
The Colours flow from after The Bard.
The Colours flow and keep on flowing.
And so the Bard Sang and used The Colours to shape the world.

Then he shaped The Colours into plants and animals.
Flaunë! Fora!

currently unfinished- no time now.


scratch that poem, that is nolonger in use