A dark day is dawning
a strong breeze doth blow;
fork lightning is flashing
and it lights up the snow.
Whithered leaves whirl
flying this way and that,
trees are uprooted
and buildings lie flat...
Is the world ending?
Where is the sun?
Where are the moon
and stars and
where is The One?
All joys are over ~ we'll
be gone with the night,
tomorrow will never come.
The prophets were right.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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