They drift, beyond our reach. Not light, not absence. An unspoken state. Tracing arcs older than the words we know. Veils of matter in the deep of space. The sun is not their master. It draws their path but not their will. The wake they leave is a mystery still. Collide and disperse, The fragments burn. We barely noticed. Black trails sear the expanse—Showing Black Comet's demise. Born in a place beyond the spheres, Their making mocks our comprehension. Ghosts of creation's violence, Bound to the pulse of the ancient. Through the telescopes, they flicker faintly. Eaters of radiance, Givers of riddles. What they hide, we grasp in pieces, A cosmic enigma we can only trace. Collide and disperse, The fragments burn. We barely noticed. Black trails sear the expanse—Showing Black Comet's demise. We chase their fading trails, Yet their essence slips away. Black comets pass unnoticed, Leaving us to wonder.
