Sullen, slithering, seeping through the pores
Slowly oozing out the thick putrid goo.
Spirits rising, darkness falls across the shores
Gastly smells from all around worse than the loo.
Death's gaze rests upon them, as they truly are
No one can escape Jupiter’s scales
Scrambling, running, she watches from afar
She awaits for us all, to hear all of our tales
The water trickles down upon the earth
Bringing peace, healing, and hope
Trees keep growing, giving us birth
As we run wildly down the rough beaten slope
Meadows laid barren, no flowers to see
Birds have migrated, animals hibernate
All that once was, made new times three
Time grows cold, erasing the slate.