Foreboding Flame Poem by Nightmist Moonshade

The blood red moon,
Is coming soon.
Her mind is empty,
As the snow melts so does she.
The passing horror,
The crumbling mortor.
All existance fails,
Skipping past the deadly trails.
The loss of all humanity,
Caused by Earth's vainity.
A sun lit shore,
that is no more.
The crashing waves,
Now her slaves.
Lapping at a desolate street,
All earthly law obsolete.
The sullen blade of forgiveness,
Finally done forgiving.
The fallen rain,
The Earth's uneasing pain.
Only flames can consume its grief,
To the Earth's final relief.