Menacingly it waits
Looming, ominous pallor
A blotch on the horizon.
Slowly obscurity sets in
Cows, birds shake and tremble,
As the murky beast advances
Darker and darker it gets,
Masking the dusk palette,
Shrouding human regret.
It’s not in the wind’s power
To shake off this fallen tower
Heavy with ashes and dirt.
Watch it with baited breath
Plundering fortunes of the realm
Wonder what the outcome will be?
Though the monster lost,
Earth is now trauma fraught,
Not a blade grows, none alive.
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