The Tiger Nebula

Leaping throughout the endlessness, devouring all stars in site Finally we see the lair of the beast, Inside a black hole, it resides The event horizon is its reach Look, the child becomes a man It's reach will expand with every meal, a bird is snatched from a branch once concealed When one encounters another of its kind, the two become as one A tiger will never share its meal, then it consumes the smoking gun Granted, it's beauty is beyond all compare, with colors that even rainbows desire Don't ask why it never dies, or why it only grows Inquire to my friend, miss Harley White, I'm sure she probably knows