The second star to the right shines in the night for you, Peter Pan says.
That was how it was with the White Dwarf star;
It was bright, it was white, it was dazzling;
It crystalized at its own pace with the Galaxy supporting it;
It ran around in the darkness, lighting up every part of space it met;
It was admired, it was looked upon, it served according to its purpose.
I was that star, I was the White Dwarf;
Brighter than the sun, whiter than snow,
I was beautiful;
I burnt freely with the likes of me,
They admired and wondered how;
I was proud,
Then I came across the empty, yet so alluring Black Hole.
With its strong gravitational field, the Black Hole slowly sucked me in;
The magnetic field inside of us instantly connected;
It was hypnotizing, it was captivating, it brought me to life;
The Galaxy was stunned but eventually clapped in glee;
We were mad, the Black Hole and I.
Lights passed and the temperature boiled;
It was a lot, how could I manage this?
I thought this was freedom?
But I stayed;
It was my consequence, I told myself, I chose this;
It would pass, I told myself.
The Galaxy frowned slightly as doubt gradually crept up on it;
I’m afraid I would be right, it muttered, you should not have happened,
It is catastrophic, it is chaotic, it is disastrous
Yes, it changed my orbit but I was utterly fine with it;
I felt even freer than I had ever before;
It was too comfortable there, too pleasant, that I lost my purpose as a star.
Lights travelled more and the temperature froze
What happened? Was it just a mere sweet illusion?
I was terrified,
But I stayed;
Even though it was so dark, so cold,
It was my fault, I told myself, blame me.
As the words of “the worst is over” kept replaying on my mind
The Galaxy screamed, begging me to disintegrate the bond,
But I couldn’t, it was so, so hard, it was impossible;
I was already ruined, my very own orbit was shattered;
I was milking this poison, always hungry for more
And the pleasure, oh the pleasure, I whimpered as I dimmed.
It’s time, the Galaxy demanded;
It was a choice, I had to make a choice
To collide or to burn,
To grief or to weep
Let it go, it repeated;
I was loose, for now.
I failed, my electrons were too used to being involved with the Black Hole’s;
I couldn’t be excluded now,
I was trapped, my soul was perfectly and completely lost;
I couldn’t do it alone,
I relapsed, the pull from the Black Hole was like the love of Romeo and Juliet;
I couldn’t survive without it.
I was recklessly bound to it, once again;
Realization hit me as the cycle repeated;
I was a foolish star,
I had depended on a monster,
I was addicted to drowning,
And always homesick for the pain.
The Black Hole and I, we don’t fit;
We are destined to fall into pieces;
We only cause each other a series of constant train wrecks
While we keep waiting for the other party to surrender first;
We are thrilling and exotic,
Yet dangerous and destructive at the same time.
The Galaxy might tell that it is not freedom;
It is right, it isn’t, and I am utterly fine with it;
I know the chain will always be there to tie me,
It will not let me free,
It will make me its prisoner,
And I love it.