The Sun, a fiery eye, on distant shores, Where giants slumber, and the ocean roars.
A tremor stirs, the earth begins to weep, And secrets old from slumbering depths will creep.
Quatrain Il
The winged beast of steel, a serpent's flight, Across the skies, a shadow in the light.
It falls from grace, a thunderous, fiery rain, And whispers rise of sorrow, loss, and pain.
Quatrain Ill
The wordsmiths weave a web of lies and fear, While truth, a fragile flower, disappears.
The masses blind, by visions false and grand, A march towards chaos, across the land.
Quatrain IV
From icy peaks, a torrent swift and cold, Unleashes fury, a story yet untold.
The land submerged, the harvest turned to dust,
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