It starts with a single star
A star made of something unknown
A star that travels, and has traveled far.
The end of the world is near
And all of it's weaknesses shown.
Once the stranger enters the atmosphere
The bright light will flash through the skies.
More stars will then appear
Illuminating the world with gifts.
Entering humans, the host dies.
Gifts seen by some as a step in evolution
And seen by others as a curse
Half the world will inherit the living solution
The entire rest will slowly die out.
And the generation of March's Flash will be the first.
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Mutant
PoetryA poem about the story soon the be created by Gavin Deleon Guerrero. It's really just a preview.
