If you, too, are wondering if the world is ending—if you are disturbed about many of the things that are happening in the world right

The end of all things, so mythical, is a picturesque candle in the night;oh, the dramatic change of things in the world is a flaming

A shooting star, quarreling in the heavens;Its flaming beauty spatters the night with Splendor. Oh, the cavernous cave of night, as large as the world

A charming girl, time’s oldest trick; She’s as pretty as a falling star,And as rugged as a mountain. Her eyes are as bright as a

Snowflakes, whistling in the wind and washed away in the whirl;Oh snowflakes, like a royal garment that coats the trees’ leaves:They look like a glorious

The world, walking away from itself, is lost in a fog of Confusion; its loud screams howl for help to staunch the spurt of pain