Something more experimentational than usual:
Modern Theogony
Ancient Galaxies, you are the openers of the way. Your songs are the tapestry of my thoughts, my words, my actions. Your weave Light and Dark into a strange prophecy, of waxing and waning, of Heat and Stillness. Your hairs are the strings of Plasma and your veins our flesh. Ancient strings and gyres, move the tapestry before my eyes, so I may sing more clearly. Move me to extremes, and guide me through these spells.
First, there was Light. It was an ocean of white fire, and within it was born Day, the far-reacher and far-darter, the first emanation. Energy burst forth from Day, spawning Plasma and Heat. These offspring of Day smithed the various metals and gases.
Then, the Light cooled, and in its absence Darkness was born. At its heart was Night, old and young at once, Stillness, Entropy and Decay. These meddled with the formed materials, but encited the wrath of the Light and its brood, who waged a bitter war.
Plasma and Heat smithed countless Stars and Galaxies, spreading Day's reach across the universe. Some of their constructs were cooled off by Darkness and its children, becoming the various Planets, Asteroids and Moons. Water was a token of peace to the Darkness made by the Light, and it was knowledge personified. It spread in many forms, birthing Air, Ice, Rivers, Lakes, Seas. From it Time and Space were born, flowing the universe like their progenitor.
Not fully satisfied due to the intense glare of the stars, Darkness cooled some of them into Black Holes. The Light, in turn, enlightened them to become White Holes. Day birthed Dawn, and Dawn birth Order; Decay and Day birthed Dusk as a herald of Night, and the later two mated to produce Silence.
Air and Heat mated to birth the Winds, and with them Breath. Breath enveloped the nascent worlds, wanting to shape them as Water and its children did. So on each world it bargained with the Light, and in most worlds this bargain was refused. On a few it was accepted, however, and Life was allowed to be seeded.
Night blessed Life with Sleep, while its children cursed it with Death, Disease and Suffering. Heat and Plasma were angered and birthed Fire and Lightning, while the Dawn granted Healing and Love. But Dawn and Day gave Life Aging, so that Order would be maintained; Harmony was born.
Life multiplied itself into countless Species, which in turn turned to the children of Light and of Darkness to produce their own offspring. These were vast in number, but are ultimately lesser gods in the turnings of Fate.
You, Galaxies and Stars, are the eyes of the Light and see this war to its end, in a black still sea or in a blazing return to the beginning. As above, so below, which is why the pettiness of the gods is felt within me, as is their grace.
A libation to you, from the Demiurge son of Man.