The third trumpet calls a burning star from heaven into water. Wormwood is its name, and bitter rivers carry death. Fountains that once gave life become a cup of grief. Many fall because the water cannot heal the thirst. Wormwood and the Darkened Heavens The trumpet sounds and heaven answers earth. Prayer and fire rise together from the altar. Still the sovereign hand restrains the final night. The fourth trumpet strikes the sun, the moon, and stars. A third of day is darkened and a third of night grows dim. The warning moves through water, star, and sky. Every blast declares that mercy must be heard. Across the wounded sky a flying messenger cries three woes. The darker trumpets wait beyond the poisoned streams and light. Wormwood and the Darkened Heavens The trumpet sounds and heaven answers earth. Prayer and fire rise together from the altar. Still the sovereign hand restrains the final night. Wormwood and the Darkened Heavens