Eldritch Awakening Pt. 3: the Children

They have never cried
with obsidion eyes they wait
laying in their bone carved nests
children of hatred
sated only when they feast on stars

We wonder at the gaps on starry nights
telescopes hoping for gasses
that may obscure their light
to our dismay they all have died
devoured by the Children
beyond our skies

Eternally young
Falstaffian fingers gripping
at silverware forged of meteor
impatient growls, howling for the Ones
who release them-
unleash their gluttonous rage
taking everything in sight

So when we gaze upon our starry nights
I'll put away my telescope
close my eyes, and hold you tight
for in this universe of ours so cold
the only thing that could ever matter
is the warmth of your hand in mine