The Black Hole

A poem about a most mysterious celestial phenomenon.

Deep within a distant realm,

Where the shadows overwhelm;

Hope is of no magnitude,

And fear is posted at the helm.

Darker than the darkest night…

Barring every trace of sight,

Perilous, mysterious;

Immune to any source of light.

Blaringly devoid of sound…

Only nothingness around;

Vast, unending vacancy,

That emptiness supplies abound.

Borne of womb of hell, it hath,

Dealt a most ferocious wrath;

By consuming whole, the souls

Of beings trapped inside its path.

Like a vacuum, it will feed,

Swallowing all, without heed;

Infinite in appetite, ,

And unabashed in its greed.

As its measurements extend,

Time and space begin to bend;

Astronomical events,

That no man or machine can mend.

Garnering enormous mass,

Letting nothing near it pass;

Everything will disappear,

From speck of dust, to cloud of gas.

Sorrowful  the fate that looms,

Leading to impeding doom;

Star and ship alike, beware

The dismal, unrelenting tomb. 

-spokenhues. 

Reviews

[Aman samrat khare (ASK)]

The dark poem good one very deep

[Latonya Hughes]

Thanks a lot!

[Hatake]

This is creative, and I like the AABA rhyme you used. The words were enrapturing.

[Latonya Hughes]

Thank you so much, I really appreciate it!