A million miles a thousand stars,
an endless void, barren and sparse,
beyond the Sun the bleakness gapes,
for life it bleeds, for light it waits.
And far away a shooting star,
rips through the sky a burning scar,
a distant comet forlorn and lost,
watches on as time unfolds.
If one but travels beyond the skies,
and pierces through the darkest nights,
the edge of time awaits such a fool,
for gnawing silence here doth rule.
This edge of time is where it lies,
Alone, unwanted in anguish it cries,
lustilly grabbing at anything within its reach,
trying to feed off life just like a leech.
But nothing assuages its hunger and thirst,
its doomed for an eternity, it is but cursed,
it's lived for eons without a mate,
it has been trapped on one side of an open gate.
Edging forward in hopeless disarray,
searching anxiously it shifts and sways,
towards those distant stars it strays,
for it has found a place to stay.
As it nears those distant stars,
it shrieks with joy, unbridled, unscarred,
but all it recieves in unjust reward,
is fear, abuse and curses galore.
Still it enters their twinkling shoal,
they shriek with fright "BLACK HOLE! BLACK HOLE!"
in its jubilation it has gone deaf,
it does not hear their cries of death.
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