Aerial tears
The sun is shy
and dark clouds
fill the sky
and wrathful will be
the thunder.
I hear a loud cry;
Great heavens
loosing a crown.
Athirst
to bleed and weep
whelming tears
and ghosts howling;
Drown drown,
A dismal town.
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