When four and twenty shining stars
Burn bright beside the sun,
And Venus fair and ruddy Mars
The heavens wide do shun,
When waters of each sea and lake
Shall burn with hellish flame,
And Earth the pastures shall forsake,
The forests much the same,
When darkness shall blanket once more
The land once of the light,
Then lost to creatures foul and sore,
Pillagers of the night,
Then shall my word still well resound
In broken tomes of stone;
By vagaries of time unbound
Shall sound my voice alone.
(Written in a personal record time of half-an-hour)
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