Blackhole Poem by Aman Farahi

Tell me darkness of the vast sky
Is that your bad god?
Your wrath millions times its size
Tearing the universe wide

It forms when life ends
Close to it light bends
The master of all space
A supernova its birthplace
Planets, stars and galaxies
It seduces with its gravity

Once obliged it spits
Rays and the leftover bits
In this vast universe
It creates, annihilates
Space and matter
Time and anti-matter
Is that the bad god?
Full of itself a dense roll
The god BlackHole