The Darkest Days

a day is to come
when the sun will be dark
the moon will be red
time will not move
the oeans lay dead
that day lay soon,
upon the day of no time
upon the day that comes
upon our last day
the ring will be heard.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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