She strides through her universal playground;
This starry eyed Goddess of Darkness.
Trailing her net of destruction through fields
Of asteroids and cosmic dust, shaking them loose;
She fishes for richer pickings.
The radiating giants of Sirius and Vega are the gateway
To her sight, unwilling agents in the doom of their kind.
And Pan cavorts at her feet, playing the last melody of
Life on his new golden flute; that his lady created
From the molten remains of a screaming sun;
Whose name is long forgotten.
She casts her net further, across the luminous loveliness
Of the Milky Way, and catches two sisters;
Jupiter and Neptune, which become mere trinkets in her ears.
As the death melody plays on, and on.
The Moon and the Earth are quickly captured and rest
Eternally on her scaly fingers; adornments
To the vanity of her galactic ego; existing only
In moments of light and time, when the next superstar
Victim flares briefly before fading and dying;
At the hands of this fisher of suns.