The sky was red and blue:
A perfect mixture of the hues.
The pole star was high above the ground;
Whilst reflecting pride,
It sat there like a crown.
I could’ve painted that picture,
And captured the vibe it gave away;
And had looked at it my whole life long,
For it was marvellous, would be an understatement to say:
It was a luring scenery.
And as I stared out, captivated by the masterpiece,
I wondered who the Artist was: A Saviour, or a Beast?
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