Okay, so I’ve written something slightly more structured today. I’ll keep the style hidden, see if you can spot it!
It started on the forth day
After the moon had wandered far
Without those special words to say
We sought out that celestial star
In the hidden reaches so cold
With black void of immortal scar
It rains upon us in that white gold
Shards of glimmering black ice
Such a consuming sight to behold
A roll of the Olympian dice
Smouldering all the world in light
Enacting a devouring price
Incinerating that blackest blight
Which festers in the hearts of man
Glorifying the very sin it sought to incite
Darkness form which we ran
Rather than stand and face
Something we were no greater than
That which we could never erase
Which sought to take all
Only to vanish without a trace
Thanks for reading!
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