As Earth crumbles

As Earth crumbles
Those summer nights bare the sun,
Will soon be nocturnal ever sleep,
Still the sleepers beneath have won,
Wither to slither the greens bleak.
The Oak and Redwood all grandfathers,
Rooted the forest through rough,
In the crumbling soil and bothers,
But tumble on dead lands scuff.
Great seven seas wash and wave,
Never as black you have been,
Night skies you stare [...]

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