Remains of Innocent Galaxies

I consume the galaxies

Their mindless dust my portion

The creaking of ancient bones

Reveals to the nations

Time is advanced in age

Once thought immortal

All-powerful

I know many limitations

Dressed in robes of gold

Not for righteousness

But for warmth

Sleeping not of boredom

But of necessity

The remains of the innocent

Time picks from her teeth

No longer perfect

Shifted since days of youth

Decay set about those gray bones

I wait for the era of life-giving

Meanwhile barren

And the multitudes

Clamor for miracles

Ever discontent

That the goddess they worshipped

Is nothing more than human.