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.