I am atlas standing tall, holding matter in my thrall, though magnets best me when mass is small. without me there would be nothing to mention. Still, my power can break dimensions. Two large bodies, creating tension.

I sound a bit like what a Wayward Son is bid to do A group of feathered fiends encircle high, and more accrue With lazy patience, hunting that which cannot even flee When nature sets the table for a feast composed of me

A crow, a raven, a corvid, I clad them all. Under the ground, under the sea, 
beyond the space, I'm all you can see.

I loosen locks though none may see, I fatten dust where gold would be. I steal the shine, the youth, the play Name the thief that ends the day.

There’s a man inside of me I swear I did not eat, Though I do come from a carnivorous species that’s extinct I stole from Yankee Doodle a very catchy melody But despite the rumors, I’ve done no crime, I’m part of your family