So this is another piece of poetry that I wrote back when I was still in school. I came up with it based upon an image that I looked at from one of my favorite video games, but you can't guess which one :P.

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They are three days before the moon falls,
Says the wily jester.
Ominous clouds lie overhead,
The moon glaring down with a horrifying face,
Teeth gritted and eyes blood shot,
It draws closer as the clock ticks.
“Should we escape?”
The townsfolk act apathetic,
Mocking the jester’s warning.

Two days until the moon falls,
says the wily jester.
The moon’s eyes appear to burn,
Drawing closer. . . drawing closer.
“Maybe we should escape?”
Fear begins to take root,
Yet still they remain.
Sinister laugher is heard,
Like that of a child.
The Jester’s warning goes unheard.

24 Hours remain until the moon falls,
Says the wily jester.
The moon is finally upon us,
Having become almost within arms reach.
Ignoring the warnings,
It has doomed us. . . doomed us.
There is no escape from our fate,
All we can do is accept it.
The clock ticks on,
Almost like like a slug,
As we await the end.
The moon’s grotesque grimace,
Has been engraved within out minds,
As we wait for the clock to stop.

The Moon has begun its descent,
Shrouded in blazing fire.
The clock has stopped,
And the end has finally come.
A haunting mask worn by a childm
Our final sight. . .
Sinister laughter is heard once more
“You’ve met with a terrible fate haven’t you?”
Says the Wily Jester.