Day of Reckoning

Slow grown from a fiery birth
to become a cradle of life
amidst endless empty worlds.

She has mothered multitudes

Who lived and died within her remit,
Children of her delicate balance.

Then came her youngest.

The child of insatiable appetites,
the devourer of worlds.

Who,
in the blink of a cosmic eye,
has ravaged her to the edge of extinction.

Now her silent suffering is coming to an end.
The day of reckoning is at hand.