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It comes again.
This is not the first time I have been overshadowed, neither will it be the last.
For centuries I have stood sentinel, seen the comings and goings of tribes and monarchy, watched the land raped by greed and ignorance.
Storm clouds gather, thunderous chatter haunts the distance, forked fingers seek out structures such as I for purchase and discharge.
Darkness ventures forth, enveloping all and shielding nothing.
The earth will feel the anger of the Gods, yet the cleansing tears of those pure fall as rain to wash away the ravages of Time, bringing hope to barrenness and sterility as Nature’s clock is reset.