Part 4 a really short poem
The End. . . .
The ground explodes sending earth in all directions screams fill the atmosphere as the voices are sent into the air black blur shoots through the hole spreading it’s wings covering the sun the only light was the raging fire that emitted itself from the chest of the flying beast it produced a noise so loud it caused all ears to die leaving only the few that were asleep with one sweep of its wings a wall of fire engulfed the earth
The ground explodes sending earth in all directions screams fill the atmosphere as the voices are sent into the air black blur shoots through the hole spreading it’s wings covering the sun the only light was the raging fire that emitted itself from the chest of the flying beast it produced a noise so loud it caused all ears to die leaving only the few that were asleep with one sweep of its wings a wall of fire engulfed the earth
Poetry and Stuff 
I love this poem because it gives me the excuse I’ve been looking for to use the word tetralogy.
e.g: “My tetralogy is bigger than your trilogy.”
“That poem was tetralog-tastic”
“Justin’s tetralogy is so magnificent it deserves a clone wars mini-series.”