a pome by emily lutwidge hawking, age 6

[rone]

Because i could not stop the void
it kindly stopped for me
Around me, virtual particles
were struggling to be free

The event horizon loomed above,
oblivion assured
It sucked in all, including light;
our vision it obscured

Its vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
It sucked a part'cle in!
Its mate, alone, was heard to scream,
"I LIVE!" above the din

What fate awaits the little mote
that's lost in that black hole?
Its information will return
someday; that is, its soul