Torrents of crimson rain does fall,
accompanied by the winds squall.
Emptiness fills this barren land,
destroyed, by a single command.
The bleak extends into the dark,
save for glowing embers and sparks.
Mountains disintegrated into dust,
rivers bubbled till they combust.
Utter annihilation won that day,
victory however has gone astray.











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