Dark matter that dwells in black holes
is still subject to cosmic controls.
It opposes the light
and can never be right
but there’s lots of it left in our souls.

Extinguishing all that is bright
darkness flows, to invade with the night,
overtaking the towns.
overthrowing the crowns
of the powers that reign in the light.

Although darkness will claim I offend,
I’ll use verse as my means toward an end:
it’s OK to see light . . .
it’s OK to to be right
(if there’s anything left to defend).

PROMPT #11: write a poem about a very large thing (the universe)