Once the flowers bloom, we’ll be doomed,

And our hearts will dry out soon,

When the sun shines, I will cry,

How will we ever get by,

Without the feeling of cool moonlight,

Showering us from a great height,

And the stars we once counted,

Choose to not keep us surrounded?,

We’ll instead stand with what has sprouted,

From the diurnal, and when blue is clouded,

And we’ll wither off, turn to ash with gloom,

Our souls will be the ones sucked dry soon.

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(Oh NOW they accept this prompt after Ive submitted it three times and since feburary?!?! 😡

And I was trying to go for like vampires/creatures who die in sunlight)