Prompt 2-Magic

And lo, I stood above the clouds, breathless

Flying birds beneath me swirled, restless

To travel beyond my elevated sight

Everything for once seemed right

Revolving around the planet I saw it all

Now below there was a war

Only hatred flowed with ignorance at its core.

Older than myself no creature could end it

Not even the gods of heaven could mend it.

Doubt filled me and I sank lower

Regretting my perceptions of power

Even the winner would find this war saddening

After losing so many, it could be naught but maddening.

Many would perish, as war was hungry for more than pie.

Still, we can stop it, you and I. Twas just a prophecy, perhaps a trick of mine inner eye.

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