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