The sky is falling.
The birds are bawling.
The forest runs grey.
Creatures alike scurry away.
Our beloved star hides her face
Leaving shadows in it’s place.
The clouds part and the waters rise
Leaving sand and stone to stand alone.
The end is near.
They tremble in fear.
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