Dreary clouds overhead, howl and drone,
as evergreens whistle in minacious winds;
street lamps slam and clang against metal,
as damp roads empty against dusk.
Gaia’s heavy breath weighs down upon flatlands,
shadows walk slowly in puce terraces,
songs of thunder rage to tempest terrors,
as dark skies chant of war, churning the sea inside.
Ghosts of yesterday rise with mocking voices,
lightning rips and flashes in obsidian eyes.
Feeble jeers fade beneath hurried taps of rain
as black waves arrive to carry me home.
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