A rush of wind 
Hair swaying in the Autumn sky
Eyes like sunsets
Look to beautiful scenes ahead

A break, in the weather 
Nose turns bright cherry red in a cold fit
Crumbling leaves like books
Flip page by page on the streets abandon

A house or two is boarded up 
The drummers tempo increases ev'ry minute 
Forgotten shutters clap open 
The beat of death bewitching the hearts of creatures

A tree whips across forlorn horizons
Screams across the city scape as towers crumble beneath
The talons of this gale swoop down like crows
To sweep human beings off of their small, pitiful feet 

Death everywhere
No one here
The creatures lair
Is inhabited once more.


This poem is about: 
Our world


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