Friday 4 March 2022

Black Hole

(A 'Terminal' poem based on 'Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art' by John Keats)

Black hole, how destructive thou art
unseen, yet consuming the night.
Tearing planets and stars apart
not for you the life of Eremite.

Annihilation your only task,
nothing escapes your distant shores,
What evil lives behind your mask
that would crush valleys, towns and moors?

Your violent ways unchangeable,
no compassion found within your breast,
your greed intent to make your boundaries swell
continually toiling in unrest.

But one day you will take a final breath,
Your appetite will bring your death.