Folk story,
Moon of doom,
Soon bonds bloom,
Color of glory,
Storms roll on,
Sword of story.
Flood on down,
Toll of frowns.
Fond of wrong,
Whorl so long,
Roof of horror,
Fog swoops on,
Growls of doom.
Fools go on,
Ghosts of frost,
Howls of moss.
Folk story,
Moon of doom,
Soon bonds bloom,
Color of glory,
Storms roll on,
Sword of story.
Flood on down,
Toll of frowns.
Fond of wrong,
Whorl so long,
Roof of horror,
Fog swoops on,
Growls of doom.
Fools go on,
Ghosts of frost,
Howls of moss.
As a kid I would sit and listen to the rain,
Thinking of Mother Earth’s pain.
I knew our climate was rising,
My worry went ignored, unsurprising.
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