The sun rises from the east
The moon is sleeping
The fire has ceased
The world wakes
The tears stop
The fear is gone
The laughing starts
The screaming ends
The abuse stops
The blades vanish
All is well.
The evening sun turns westward
The moon begins to glow
The fire is created
The world is wearing down
The tears slowly fall
The fear begins to arise
The laughs begin to fade
The screams soon are heard
The abuse is waiting to occur
The blades sharpen
All is disappearing.
The sun has fallen to the West
The moon has risen
The fire is burning everything in sight
The world is fading
The tears are streaming
The fear is obvious
The laughs have deceased
The screaming is at its highest pitch
The abuse is too great to handle
The blades are now cutting
All is gone.
