The End of the Gods: the Feast

Above billions of people, below the way of heaven, the seat of the true God hangs in the sky, who is waiting for the throne? The old shadows of the prosperous age have turned into smoke, and new traces of decay have entered the eyes; a cloud has fallen, everything is flourishing, and the dusk of the gods is slowly approaching. I want to hold the starlight in my palm, hold a long sword across the sky, I just want the sun, moon and stars to remember this moment of sharpness.