The Conclusion of Time
I want to eat the sun and everything is sees.
I will fill the earth with my presence and carve holes into its dirt with my skin.
My voice will darken your skies as my tongue laps your oceans dry.
Your livestock and fish will find a new home on my plate.
Gravity will feel my weight once again as my sweat and tears flood your world.
Your gods will know my name and shall tremble in a humble fold.
Temples will fill with pleas of mercy, but will fall silent under my hand.
I own this galaxy.
The stars will bow in fear at the feet of my throne.
Saturn will place its rings upon my brow as Mars prepares for battle.
You do not know me now, but I will live again; Reborn from stone and worshipped by your children.
Men theorize of my return, but know this: When I do show my face, you will not be here.
Time will have passed you and your home. Your ashes will remain, but will not rest in peace perpetually.
They along with the feeble memories of you will be my delicacy.
Until then, your fireflies keep me company in hanging jars.
Foxes play at my feet and hummingbirds nest in my hair.
In time, my claws will grow and my teeth will sharpen.
And I will be called home soon again.
Until then, my love, I will sleep in your moon and await the day of morning light.