Look to the sky
And so their eyes gazed up high
For a dark cloud loomed
And the sunlight was cast out to gloom
And the longer they stared
The air hung heavier around there
Was it the end of all things
To the times that joy brings
And the apocalypse foretold
From the days that were old
Were now seen to be true
The end of times near to us drew.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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