Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand; For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mast'ry.
Chaos umpire sits And by decision more embroils the fray by which he reigns: next him high arbiter Chance governs all.
I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night, Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down The dark descent, and up to reascend.
A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond / Frightened the reign of Chaos and old Night.
Fate shall yield To fickle Chance, and Chaos judge the strife.
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