Short Note: I am really sorry for the short stories an since today is the last day of my holidays I will update and post all the rest of the sequels of Failing Sky, Falling Sky and traitorous Elements till the Epilogue today. Please Read and Review them all…
Epilogue: Aftermath of the skies
When the Sky falls, everything has faults.
The cloud covers the world in darkness, leaving it hanging with no happiness.
The storm starts a rampage, unable to suppress the growing rage.
The rain won't stop the cry, flooding the world and won't let it dry.
The lightning growls in despair, howling in pain and destroying the world beyond repair
Poor dimmed Sun, for its brightness has gone and dimmed.
And the mists are ever so mischievous, plans something very devious
All these happened when they fell
Their feelings are broken by pain
For their Sky has gone and fallen
They need an element so bright to release them from the chains of pain, guiding them to the path of light
When that happens, a new Sky is born and they shall rise again
The new Sky and its rain, storm, lightning, cloud, sun and mists will once again
Rise and recreate what has been broken before and continue
What has been halted before the fallen of the older Sky of before…
In order to inherit the will of the Skies…
As for the Sun of the Rainbow its light is growing brighter by rage
Unable to control the rage it threatens to shoot anythi8ng that blocks the way
Running to a quiet place…
The Sun shouted and swore at the Sky
"You Idiot, no-good Sky! I swear when we meet in the afterlife I will create bullet holes within your embrace!"
-End-
Author's Note: Hello this is the story of the sequel Our Hour was engraved on the Ring. I really hope you enjoy it. Thank you for your supports, review, follows and favorites. I really appreciate them all and this is the Epilogue poem. The poem, once again has no connection to the story. Please review if you have any questions or comments about the story. All types of comments will be appreciated (no sarcasm included) whether its critics or flames. Please forgive me if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes. I am quite aware that there are a few stories or poems that may be a bit similar to this and I just want to say one thing about that issue: I am not copying your story or poem in any ways at all. I am sorry that it is similar because that is how my imagination asks me to write how it is.
That is all. Arrividerci…
P.S.: Sorry if the chapter is too short…