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Ode to a Dark Night

By Sleepy-Child

They were the darkest clouds you saw;
Nay, so dark that they were the light
Those clouds that were so dark;
Those clouds that ruined our night.

The shrillest winds you heard;
So shrill they outdid the birds
Those winds that were so shrill;
Those winds that spoke those words.

And the worst scent you smelled;
‘Twas more bitter than foul crime
The smell that sent us crying;
The scent encased in rhyme.

The coldest air you felt;
The fire so burning cold;
That air that froze our fingers;
The air that was so bold.

The worst ordeal we’ve had;
Battered, scared – close to death
Our senses longed for a rest;
Such pain in every breath.

Such an ordeal we’ve never had;
We hope to never go again
Please save us from that storm;
And please don’t call again.


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