Sight

You had a sight,
of the light, morning bright,
you held tight to my pickaxe,
The light has darkened,
you hear a loud creak,
you hear a sound, a bark maybe,
you got your pickaxe, and started to mine,
you hoped i'd get atleast of a dime,
you climb up the blocks,
and climb up the blocks..
only to fall into an empty abyss,
your last sight was me..
falling..
down..
to a never ending abyss..
to a black hole.
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