If earth is served,
How awful could it be?
Or how pleasant could it seem?
The virtue of dark end it losses,
Day becomes immortal,
Brightness is the eternal loop.
The earth is now disabled,
Its body parts it lost,
The moon and stars were amputated,
Not even in remembrance,
Future generations will only live by tales and folklore.
The earth has no control,
Temperature is out of its hands,
Such displeasure to those it protects.
If earth acts Eve...
And eats of the bizarre,
The night is so fast lost to day.