The heavens are making lines in the sky,
Followed by roaring sounds,
So loud, could be heard and seen wondrously high,
With bits of colossal shaking pounds
Creatures of different kinds,
Shapes unwordly,
Aura unapproachable,
Their claws ripping the once sacred blue sky,
The beautiful blue now painted red,
The moon glistening like it was bathed in...