It’s a war of worlds between the heavens and earth
As wind rips at the trees ruthlessly tearing them apart
Up from the roots they fly through the angry blue-black sky
And land in a gnarled defeated mess on the quaking ground
Rain falls in never-ending torrents, sheet music for a soulless dirge
Lightning shoots across the vast expanse, a warning from Zeus
Today is the day we call to the deep azure raging above us
To hear our cries and ready promises of reform
But each desperate plea is to no avail;
They have decided our fate.
Darkness.
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