Malicious Storm
Storm clouds sneak in ominously,
to wreak havoc on the poor wretch of the fields,
outcasted to face the monstrous hurricane,
fierce as a mythological deity.
Yet, though the wretch be vanquished,
that almighty gail doesn’t force nature,
to relinquish its life,
but creates renaissance through its destruction.
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