Something bad this way comes,

The grey clouds gather, and suffocate the sun.

The green leaves turn from green to brown,

But make no sound as their world comes crashing down.

The lion cowers and bows

Defeated, the throne is not his now.

All around the kingdoms crumble

And thunder storms flash bright,

Loud rumble.

A bang.

A crash.

A defining echo.

A warning sign

For the final show.

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