Is this the end of everything you were?
A burst of light, a hurried, fractious blur.
The final breath into the distant night,
Reminding us of how you once burnt bright;
Fond memories that you wish could reoccur.
The ending from which you could not deter,
Your sunburnt gold now turned to blackened myrrh;
We marked this loss as your divine birthright.
Is this the end?
But in your empty void new echoes stir,
A certain fate it seems you can defer;
On unseen loops, you fade then re-ignite,
And chase away the darkness with new light.
We analyze your secrets to infer:
Is this the end?
Image taken by NASA’s Hubble Space Telescope of
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