"Otiosum was the first one to rise.

He was the first to discover Aether.

He unraveled its nature, for he was wise.

With sculpting elements one could tether.

He crafted golems and brought them to life.

They obeyed the laws of Otiosum

Which brought upon us the new gift of rife.

And so was the beginning of the thrum

Otiosum ceded into a sloth

His creation catered his every need

Atrophy, deformation from his loath,

mangled his form. Sluggish, and forced to recede.

Others looked at the brother who had drowned,

But the use of Aether was still not frowned."

Part of a project I would like to comlete. I think my sonnet writing still needs some work. I think this was 15 or 16 colors I couldn't remember.