The Fall of the Ashen Lord

At the centre of it all
The Lord, that was constant,
Cracked, like the great Black Star.
His eyes still watched the world
And his ears, still wired for sound,
Heard his inner burning question:
Why am I?
He couldn't answer why
He just knew, we all just knew,
He was now a just Black Star.
We all saw his power and force,
His eternal fame and golden years.
Our word on a wing
Called from ground control.
And on the day it faded
From Golden Star to Black Star
The shock wave spread across space
And took away our shine.
As it took away our Lord
That Black Star was consumed
And fell into ashen loss
Called away into all time and all space
Our new all-father.

David Bowie, English singer-songwriter and actor, died today in 2016.