Upon the Approach to the Event Horizon, Op 152

On a ship.
In the vast expanse,
A myriad of lights,
But this trip is different.
We are all together,
Yet we are split in two,
Many in the ship are drawn,
To a brilliant shining mass.
Yet as we approach it,
The center is hollow and void,
Half don’t care,
Half see alarm.
We pull against
Against each other,
We are drawn close,
Can’t they see danger?
God knows the answer,
In the end our fate,
Our fate is with Him,
The bell tolls.