I bring the apocalypse for Day 25.
Red Skies
In the morning it came
with crimson clouds
stretching far beyond the sky
In the morning it came
Scarlet beauty raced
across the world’s horizon
In the morning it came
We stared in awe
until the ruby ash fell thick
In the morning it came
And the world died.
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