Exodite's Clarity of Stolen Stars

In circles thrice entwined
By sacred numbers torn
The Nine and Seven bind
Where stars are now forlorn

Unholy shapes are cast
In Fivefold glyphs of woe
The heavens turn at last
And to the Void they go

By crooked angles made
The Six betrays the light
Its secrets now displayed
In patterns bent by night

The stars, devoured whole
In thirteens they collapse
A darkness takes its toll
And snaps their cosmic lapse

The diviner counts the lines
In symbols traced by Three
Their meaning undefined
Yet marked by destiny

A mouth with endless thirst
The Eight doth wind and turn
Its hunger, old as cursed
Makes galaxies to burn

The reason now revealed
In Numbers writ in flame
Where Fate was once concealed
It speaks the Seven’s name

No gods nor men shall rise
To halt this endless loss
For Tenfold death shall prize  
The stars upon its cross

Its feast began with One
The flame that birthed the day
Now many turn to none
And light is swept away

With angles sharp and dire
The Twelvefold fate is sealed
The constellations’ fire
To nothingness must yield

The fractals bleed despair
In numbers old and grim
The Four, the secret square
Gives birth to shadows dim

The cosmos folds in fear
Each corner points to doom
The stars no longer clear
Their light consumed in gloom

What hunger drives the beast
Whose mouth devours the sky?  
The numbers never cease
They feed, and gods must die