Cosmic wanderer

Orbiting in the midst of diverse constellations,  
I discuss gravitational politics with Sirius.  
Luminosity ratings are sky-rocketing  
whilst black holes stretch out leisurely,  
murmuring with catastrophic smiles  
"Time is running out"  
 
Wherever has the notion of celestial bliss abscond too,  
as supernovas radiate the vast lacrimosa of heaven.  
Black velvet skies once offered clemency,  
but it seems dear Asteria has deemed penance,  
and farther time forewarns of pendulum cracks.  
 
Ghost stars take Dark's hand for comfort,  
handing out residual heat-energy free.  
The Shadows dominate light as Cimmerian Gods,  
learned masters of stealth and cunning,  
having ventured out from the universes  
reclusive corners long before.  
 
I revoke the followings of my faith in previous oracles;  
expelled from the remains, that at a time, was revered as the Milky Way.  
Roaming light years beyond the spectral nebula  
I overhear the rumors of a rogue nullifying Hera  
relaying the foretelling's of a nameless deity,  
rising into the stature of a goddess in the new millennium.  
 
 
 
 
 
 
Collaborated,
kourtnissixxx: stanza 2+4 :)
Scribbler: stanza 1+3