The blue sky was slowly tearing
But how badly he was faring
None could tell, the untold pain he was bearing
Yet the tattered ozone
Somewhat meant war was on
Once his people, on their way
With speed that he felt their heartbeats
Could his Earthly family live to see another day
Through the disaster bound for their innocent streets?
Those coming were not only hungry
They were more of angry
A strange darkness had hit the North Star
And a throbbing ache underneath his scar
What other sign did he really need
From his savage old family, to fore-farewell bid
Peace and Joys to embrace the raging sorrow
Filled with despair of not seeing through the tunnel to tomorrow
Was he going to just back down?
Was it too late
Was he going to hold his orb of fate
And clear its darkness,or just watch Earth drown?