Lines written for #FromOneLine 299
Earth stopped its spin
For chances were slim
That the dust would heal
The skies could conceal
Such wide devastation
Destructive intervention
Of the ones who ruled
As masters of doom.
In destined departure
From a promised Rapture
The oceans spilled over
And mountains cowered
When a blue planet swore
It could bear no more!
Blue Pen Strokes 