Prediction
Silence loomed; people were filled with dread
when sunlight waned, clouds began to turn red.
It was foretold that catastrophes would arise,
moonlight fade until disappearing from skies.
Earth would then tremble; from its axis fall.
In its descent, chaos cause alarm to appall.
I do not believe the concept, this prediction.
It's foolishness that someone wrote as fiction.
June 20, 2021
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Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2021
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