Babet

Power off

Fire on

The sun was there

Now it’s gone

Eclipsed by murk

And filth and spray

To live and shine

Another day

–

Clouds of

Smudgy sooty

Ink

Erase the dusk

Of dusty pink

Releasing drops

Of icy pain

The RAF

But sending rain

–

Wild winds howl

A Deathly tune

Like wolverines

Beneath full moon

Shaking slates and

Snapping bark

Its evil tongues

Leave ghastly mark

–

The storms moved on

To pastures new

To brood and rage

And stew

And brew

Its legacy

A whole new land

With ponds and lakes

Where fields should stand.

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