Once we were Gods

You mortals created us out of your own fertile imaginations.  When enough of you believed in us, the energy of your beliefs gave us substance and form.  Then more of you believed, and that gave us power.  We became what you expected us to be.  How could we be anything less?  You believed we had power over you, and we took the power you bestowed upon us.  It was a glorious time, and we reveled in it.  Eons passed and our powers grew because you multiplied and fed us with your worshiping until we believed that nothing could take it away.  Alas, that was not to be. Oh the foolishness of our arrogance. You began to question your belief in us.  Perhaps it was because over the millennia, we'd become so obsessed with ourselves that your prayers went unanswered.  Why should we trouble ourselves with such inferior beings, when we could consort with Gods?  It was the beginning of the end.  You pulled your thoughts and beliefs away from us, and started to believe that you could create your own destinies.  And of course you could.  You only needed to believe…we were the proof of that. So you changed, and in doing so, we were changed, and now it’s all gone.  Oh we’re still here, but the power's gone.  You took it away as easily as you gave it.  

Once we were Gods, now we're children’s stories, which fade into their memories as they grow.  And we wait for the next generation, hoping that this will be the one to breathe new life into the forgotten.  And so we wait.