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The Last Storm
I cowered down in fear when I saw them coming.
Their cry
As loud as a siren echoing through the town
Piercing my eardrums beating away
Drumming… drumming… drumming…
Their wings.
I shouldn’t be able to hear it through this storm but
It’s as strong as if I was walking through the desert
Thump… thump… thump…
Their eyes…
Frightening me the most
I shouldn’t be able to see them through this fog
Red… burning… they don’t need words
To say that they are coming to lie atop of
Your grave.
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