The world shall take on an abhorrence

Expansive verdant fields

Pockets of blue where the clouds yield

Shining down upon early spring flowers

Across the endless horizons, their eyes scour

As they sway under Aether’s gentle breeze

Overcome with a sense of peace

One lone tree, gargantuan and imposing

Bark like pitch, in a field so juxtaposing

Tempestuous yearning as one approaches

A sense of doom from the writing encroaches

Mystically hellish effects when foolishly spoken

The world shall then take on an abhorrence

Bowing to death in subordinance

As the sky streaks with plum and scarlet

Never again will the sky be starlit

As everything withers and fall to waste

There will be no more saving face

For death is sovereign in this land

As told by the enigmatic man

Who withheld the wisdom of the ages

In order to keep abysmal atrocities in their cages

He knelt down to the mortal’s ear

Clinging onto his staff with a sneer

A question of the rhetorical nature

A test of worthless favor

For the universe now lies in ruin

Artwork by Tuesday Riddell