The sky opened, these dark clouds ripped!
Something tears it open,
until it bleeds sunlight!
The sky is now torn.
The afternoon partially exposed.
Darkness couldn't sustain itself.
The village below, quiet, empty.
hesitant and confused.
Bracing for floods.
Bed of light across the sky.
Between blankets of ash.
The colossal colorlessness striving to obscure the sun.
I see an open mouth there in the firmament.
I wait for the scream but muted silver is all there is.
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