The Quest for the Curious

A cloudy day, on this hilltop I sat

Wondering why thinkers all try that

When this thought popped under my hat

Came the weirdest object whence?

By spell as if, the clouds then parted

Threw me off my muse; I started

My spirit towards the sky then darted

Into the void so dark and dense

So search I must! The world of night

My thoughts then flew faster than light

When lo! I saw with blinding sight

That what I sought doubtless lay thence.

Through the endless void I flew

In search for curious objects new

Came to that which is rarely blue

Where my cheeks could feel no breeze

“Behold the faithful moon,” I cried.

“Thou art of roots unidentified,

What could be stranger, thee beside?

Pray tell me you’re the weirdest, please.”

“Alas!” it said. “I wish I could be,

But searching on you really should be

Now a different story that so would be

If I were really made of cheese.”

Some miles I flew, and then some more

Came to the ball with the rings galore

Oh, a sight indeed for all eyes sore

Could this be that object aforesaid?

“Greetings, O Saturn,” I exclaimed

“The Crown Jewel you have been named,

But have you ever been proclaimed

As the most curious thing instead?”

“Nay, not me, wouldn’t that be dandy?

I’m as handsome as a planet can be

But you’ll find objects weirder than me

Among the stars wherefrom we’re made.”

So then I spoke to stars aplenty

Through kilo light years six-and-twenty

Till the space grew exceedingly empty

And someone near me hissed, “Beware!”

The star continued, “It’s a terrible place,

“It’s where all go and leave no trace,

It distorts time and destroys space!

It’s where to go does light not dare!”

“How bizarre is that!” I bravely said

Though inwards I was filled with dread

Perhaps I’d address it herefrom instead

From the archway of this demon’s lair.

It was nothing; yet something it was

I could feel it breathe and pause

It tried to pull me in because

That is the nature of its soul.

Then in the dark, something stirred

My senses numbed; my eyesight blurred

A distant cry I thought I heard

That aura was taking its toll

I awoke a sudden and looked about

And finally gave a joyful shout

“The most curious object, without a doubt,

Is but thee, O Great Black Hole!”

Then something made me go back some steps

As movement I sensed inside its depths

An answer from which smoothly crept,

“The wish to know is a treacherous thirst.”

“It’s not evil,” the Black Hole quoth

“But don’t sacrifice life to look for a ghost.

Bizarre I am; but not the most.

Pray tell me why is your eyesight cursed?”

Why come so far when you are so near?

Why leave the truth to look for it here?

Just look behind you, and you’ll see clear

The most curious object in the Universe.”