It happened in the blink of an eye;
The Sun vanished from the sky,
Seemingly wiped off with a rag.
People saw, but no one knew why,
Until the darkness became nigh.
Inky shadows crept in like a sprit,
Devouring everything like a monstrous blight:
Plants, baskets of goods, and woven bags.
People stared in shock and fright,
As the ground slowly became an empty night.
The shallow, black pool began to rise;
Rising and rising until it touched the skies.
All people could do was stand, powerless,
As the ocean of ink swallowed their cries,
And their happiness and hope slowly dies.
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