Two titans of gravity drift through the void,
Each a sphere of space severely destroyed.
Their presence so dense that light cannot flee,
Bending the cosmos for eternity.
At first they approach with languorous grace,
A century’s journey through emptied space.
Their dance begins slowly, millennia spin,
As tidal forces tug them within.
The tempo builds faster with each passing year,
As spiraling bodies draw ever near.
Decades compress to mere moments in time,
Their orbits decaying in rhythmic sublime.
Minutes remaining—they twist and they bend,
The fabric of spacetime begins to upend.
Seconds tick by as their speeds grow immense,
The universe trembles, the tension intense.
In one final instant—a heartbeat of fire—
They crash into one with forces most dire.
A thunderclap ripple of waves without sound,
As gravity’s children are violently crowned.
The aftermath quivers like bells gently rung,
A new giant settles where two once had hung.
The dance now concluded, its movements complete,
A singular presence where doubles did meet.