Smoke encapsulates the sun
While they mock and chuckle
For they think they’ve won
But as the moon waxes and wanes
He who stifles above the planes
He who’th casts the thunder and rains
Sees through their thrones sown with greed
It’s come time to heed
He falls from heaven
The youngest of the seven
He who seeks the justice of those who ride the dark knight
He arrives with all his might
Under the moonlit night
He who turns the sun red
Has come to raise the dead
The trees bend
As justice has come to mend
Shedding their leaves
Roots reaching and parting the dead seas
Sparks will fly
flames will twinkle
Time will wrinkle
Those with dark intentions will crumble
While the rest remain humble
Justice is coming
Love your poetry though 😌
Coconut Kitty 
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