Eclipses

The stars align.

Sun, moon, earth.

Some claim a sign,

Of humanity's worth.

Or a portent of things to come.

 

Of all things, from the universe.

Where destiny is from.

Telling of the best or worst,

Of what is to come.

To predict.

 

Workings of she,

For it is Destiny

That is indeed a fickle lady.

With an eclipse too bright to see,

Totality is more than shady.

And of what our future might be.

 

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