Though heavier you grow, thinner as you gain power, as you reach, the time of no hour.
Young mass of matter, your no friend of mine, your a deadly attraction, to all that lives in time.
Light and matter, is nothing to you, an attractive force, is this cosmic stew.
Now that you've reached, the speed of light, the heavens you hold, in the grasp of your might.
The mass of heaven, is held by you, blackened star, heaven gives you your do.
your take is a wonder, to us who live, for your force, has nothing to give.
your absorbing matter, is no nursery rhime, for you pull all times matter, towards the end of time.
By Donald L Holmes
