April's Diamonds

[Ganyu]

21. Response to War Photography
In the black room,
Death is captured
then developed in stark white.
What remains of Life
is painted in monochrome.
Flesh loses all colour
in this two-dimensional void.
This is artistry in motion,
reality stopped still,
in solution trays of immortality.

A/N: This was the hardest prompt to handle. I'd to write a response poem to another poem. God I hope I didn't disgrace Carol Ann Duffy with this. X:

22. Stardust
All stars eventually die:
their existence culminating
into a lucent singularity,
a final spark,
a nova's swan song
that echoes throughout space,
leaving behind churning
nebulas of stardust.
Stardust –gilded remnants,
precious as a millennium comet –
that people would cling onto
till the end of time,
an eternal shadow.
I hope that one day
I'll leave this universe
in the exact same way
with a big bang.