And the sun rose blood red
The earth convulsed in revolt
The skies churned and bled
When the missiles fell
The hellfire burned all
There was no more to be said

They had designed their fate.
Instead of peace
Choosing aggression and war
The voices now silenced would speak conflict no more.

Their civilization destroyed
Reduced to fading pages and lore
It spoke of death and destruction
Cursed, ripped, and torn

When the moon turned coal black
The sun turned rose red
Shining down on those who now rest on the ground
To where their evil destiny led

The aggressor destroyed
All became as it was before
The moon rose in its spender of lustrous pearl
The sun dressed in yellow and orange

@ Tammy M Darby. February 5, 2023