[color=#F4FA58][i]Please Note:[/i][/color]
These are two fairly short poems, not one weird choppy poem. 

[hider=The Sun Speaks Of Calamity And Tragety]
Who knows what the sun speaks of? 
What the moon whispers? 
What the stars gossip? 

Maybe, if we took the time to listen
We’d finally understand,
The symphony of screams coming from their infinite mouths. 

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Calamity meets tragedy, 
Black meets dark gray, 
All the same in the meaning, 
Different in the color. 

White and silver, 
Corpse and carrion, 
The sallow breeds sickness, 
The blood breeds fear.

All the same in time, 
Different in the endings, 
What do we really know, 
When time comes to a grinding halt? 
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