It’s said that when the light was divided from the dark, and land torn from the sea, the Darkness could not contain his jealousy.
In anger, he pulled away from the light with jaws of poisonous death.
The light cast him from the heavens, her scorn white hot and eternally sprung.
With mouth spread wide, the Darkness fell, an ungodly scream born from his throat.
And break he did, with shattered teeth upon the mortal realm.
But one tooth stuck fast to a mountain’s peak, never to move again.
And upon that mount darkness grew, from silver-white tooth divine.