Within the Event Horizon
I murmur one last prayer
gazing upon the calm tides,
breathing the end of air,
accepting fate as my guide.
Far out, Jörmungandr still pursues his tail,
electric eels graze the waves they lie in,
and here our ship sails tranquility, capt’ cold and pale
approaching eternity within the event horizon.
The Navigator’s hourglass floats on it’s side,
our ship electrified, arching to a new black hull,
And I watch as we collide
becoming a prism of all and null.
The black core spins light to gold,
and we, the stardust, respun;
new threads for the Norns, new destinies to be told,
our existence and being completely undone.
