Stars are falling...
Artists, drawing...
Pencils, crawling
Across the board.

Death is reaping...
Patients, sleeping...
Shadows, creeping
Around the ward.

Harmony, beneath my feet,
Treachery, from down the street,
A person walking,
A flower's bloom,
A demon stalking,
A planet's doom,

The fire scorched the earth.

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