The Wind That Shakes the Flowers


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Ill winds slide in from the dark,
Rising out of the earth
To rake hidden talons
Through unsuspecting
lives.

The light changes on a word,
A bloody shade drops across a sun
Turned sombre, colder,
ugly, distant, alien.
A chill grips the heart, and our primal nature
Like the wolf, teeth bared, its hackles rising,
Turns to the unseen, but familiar, threat hiding in the dark,
Its putrid scent fouling the night,
A cowardly foe that only strikes by stealth
Takes by inches.

All we can do is bare our fangs,
Hold one another and wait together.

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