What Once Was Is No More

A vortex of pure black replaces

                                        what, just moments before,

was a beautiful field of stars and galaxies.

Void of mercy,

                    void of care for what it claims.

Once in its path

                    only one fate remains.

What once was,

                        is no more.

Halos of fractured silver,

                                a spinning shroud of stolen stardust,

silent,

        infinite,

an invisible edge of eternal midnight

                                        that destroys the dawn.

Invading cosmic mirrors.

                        The collapse begins within.

                The gravity

        slips beneath the flesh.

Laughter is silenced.

                            Joy is depleted.

Leaving

        nothing

                but an empty,

                                hollow,

                                        aching abyss.

The pull is strong.

                        The hunger is real.

The invisible boundary

                            surrounding the singularity

where escape

                becomes

                            impossible.

                                        The screaming thoughts fade.

Leaving only negative space.