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TITLE: The Song of Cygnus Minor | Previous Challenge Entry
By Jack Willard
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A black hole lurks. We sought its secrets
Thinking they would bring us fame.
We found only facts, fates and empty wants.
But before the monster casts us off
In time and lost to life,
We leave this message, warning, song
To those who would but hear.
Within the grip of force and steel
Our home we make for now and all;
The path is claimed for future men
Who follow and bereave.
Our cause is for the race of men
To seek and yet be sought;
We held our dreams to be the truth
Our minds are burning still.
From earth we lift, four souls adrift
To seek the gift abroad.
The x-ray song draws us along
In screaming headlong surge.
We plunge through dark and blinding halls
Of gravity and gloom.
We hold abay the flashing flame
Star’s diamond hard refrain.
Our prison steals us safe upon
The flowing photons' rage
As feral winds blow angry times
O'er azure mirror's maze.
The twisting turns of quantum fields
Stretch on like gales of fate.
We swim upon that ocean's swell
Drawn on by mystery.
The speed of passing eons tell
The truth of our decent.
We seek the all consuming well
The gapping maelstrom's maw.
Streams of years and seas of tears,
The mounting fears remain.
Our memories are by degrees
Called back to empty halls.
At last the way beyond appears
A spinning glimpse of night.
The door then opens and we're torn
By echoes dying light
Beyond the crushing curve of space
Horizon's eve of venting might,
We fall into the grip of God
And don our final wage.
The roar of fire fills our place
There's none to mark the lose,
Had we lived, and had we sought
Had we followed narrow views.
Masters never were we four
Nor keepers of our days.
We listened to the lust of life
And fell like other men.
Darkness reigns, and grace restrains
The old remains of death.
The fame we sought, the margins fought
Brought us to the truth
Every one who flees the finite
Seeking truth among the stars.
Stay your steps upon the stairs
That reach to Heaven’s door.
All you suffer, all you seek
Is there within your grasp.
The Son was sent, your debt is paid
By the Spirit's Holy love.
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