Blue as ice

Yet red as wrath

The horizons shone

To warn the youth

Of ashes in the breeze

And songs in the air

That echo through the valleys

Of evident despair

A star burns North

With a golden spark

As the light of hope

Fears miseries of the dark

An old man sits

Near the ocean shore

And looks afar, the waves

Tremble with a resounding crash

And engulf the bay

Yet the world grows smaller each day

And mankind lies in wait, the day

The world would be only small enough

For peace to conquer it all

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