A Piece Of Yellowing Paper

You study the yellowing paper intently and the words come to you in a low hiss.

"The First consumed what Chaos spawned,
But with each death a new world dawned
And with each feast a growing dread:
The taint of being through the First was spread.
And so the First the First devoured
Till only one would remain doomed and soured.

Wearily he fell upon an infant world
And longed to sleep and longed to dream
That he himself had never been.
Within the deep he coiled and curled."