The moon hangs heavy over the rippling tides.
Soon the cord that latches it to the sky
Will break and it will fall
Down into the sea.
A great wave will rise
That will consume the Earth
And then the waters will recede
And the moon will slake its thirst.
Then too the parasitic stars will fall
And drink the fiery blood of Earth.
And the great symphony of the spheres
Will collapse into silence
As the last living prophet sheds his tears.
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