It was as if the sky was dying.
It screamed and seethed and sounded.
It ripped and roared and reared its ugly head.
It tore and trembled and took its last deep breaths.
It shook and shivered and shredded.
It ranted and raved and resounded its final song.
It quaked and quivered and quailed.
It gashed and guttered and gave its sad farewell.
It fumed and frothed and fought.
And then, with a final rip, tear, and shake,
The heavens slit open and bore
A sun like no other
With firmament mother
For all of the world to adore.
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