The Taint

From infinite black emptiness

Stung here and here by burning points

Disturbed by waves of gravitons

Thus momently asserting time

She spies and picks a piece of light

And holds it up to study close

A gem exuding beauty rich

Complete, precise and intricate

Of color, clarity, and shape

Of aromatic bouquet ripe

The tears well up and brim her eyes

As joy transmutes to helpless fear

Then anguish, crushing to despair

When, straining every cell, she tries

To now recall the place from where

She plucked the gem of crystal ray

To fit the template back to stay

But finds on fumbled, failed attempt

She cannot ever put it back

No treasure's from decay exempt

Once taint, it rots to empty black.