In a dystopian realm, the signal appeared, Broadcast by heavens on high All people who heard it, suddenly feared, It promised doom from the sky Save one man, who had to know why
With a patient intent, he built his own ship Sailed it into the blue Bypassing the planets, and Neptune’s grip, Saw a wormhole known to few With a deep breath, he flew on through
His ship appeared near the galaxy’s core, The signal was very strong Surrounded by an empyreal score, Dancing to a divine gong He tracked down the elysian song
Yet as he proceeded, time seemed to slow, Stretched out by a hidden force Nearing the signal, stunned by its glow, Close to the end of his course Spotted a quasar, it’s presumed source
Mission accomplished, this voyage beyond, He commenced to reverse his ship Try as he might, she would not respond, Besieged by the unholy grip Of a black hole...the end of his trip
Resigned to his fate with a serene grace, Concealing his eyes to the blast Found himself free to traverse deep space, To explore the cosmic vast Now the man knows the signal…at last
