As the shadows of the not yet sun,
Danced against the waking trees,
I looked up to the cold blue sky,
And found a tear drop from the seas.
Yet no clouds approached the sky,
I asked the sun and moon why,
They did not respond at the first,
But later on I heard their voice.
"Oh my dear,
I'm sure it's clear,
I'm crying because
The end is near."
Then I realized the sun was crying,
But still the moon stayed still,
I asked him later if he knew,
Why the end gave such a chill.
"Well my dear,
I'm sure it's clear,
The end of the earth is here"
"This world is dark,
The people are darker,
How can you live
in a world with no martyrs."
"So be warned my dear,
And be warned my people,
The end is near,
There will be no sequel."
