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Eerie was the night,
Still, not far from mind's sight,
Echoes of the wind,
The forcefulness thereof,
The mightiest trees would bend,
Tornadic spins and bouncing hail,
All on earth would prove too frail,
Ghostly gust of grand galore,
Swept the landscapes hell bound floor,
Intermittent illuminations,
Wrought-up lurid silhouettes of doomed impressions,
While fiery streaks hurled aimlessly down,
Furiously towards the ground,
Silence is sudden! all stands still,
Awe. . . the only emotion left to feel,
A sigh of relief is upon your breath,
For you've just escaped...THE DANCE OF DEATH.
(Note to reader(s)if you have had a similar experience I would like to hear about it.)
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