Mimic! Hope it's not too abstract Mrs. Wecker!

So Jack began to consider time. Time, that shrunken old man with the gray hair, who dwells only in the mind of man. The one who stands on a stage for all men to see, but the stage has no foundation to it, and no substance. What need has time for proof, and what man doubts his existence. He sits upon a throne that overlooks the lives of all. Sits patient and silent always, waiting for god knows what. Been sitting since a song was sung in praise of his patience. He was soon to catch a glimpse of time's gaze in the mirror sooner or later. He was curious and thoughtful also. Dear Jill! She ought not have to swim that sea alone. He sent the witch to help, but, Jill declined. These hopes is-a all gone with the likes of Sodom and Gomorrah. She'd be the same again when she drank from a clear fountain on a hill. She couldn't grow older at all. That was what she thought. But the witch told him different, so he knew. And then if she hadn't, the next morning he was sure to guess, for stars gathered in the mind's eye under a waning moon. Stars that would not have embraced light began to shine and not in the home. Just spoke of light under the moon. God knows what, the face of a man, shown in the moon over the town.
P.S. I was having trouble mimicing assonance in line 7, so I hoped the use of an alliteration would help add a little color, even though I realize its not the same.