The cloud-laden sky,
Above the dark land
With an occasional shy
Flash of lightning band,
And blooming huge thunder
Had left the black snake
Homeless and without a bite;
Being huge and a horror-fake,
Blew up the terror night;
The motley throng ran about,
Shouting in panic
Men lean and stout,
Strong, hale and sick -
All in one voice
Of fear, loss and death;
The terrorist long and dark
Curled up with a hiss
Widening the distance mark
Yet stones and a log
Finished the poor creature
And dumped in the bog;
Fear, the abhorred feature,
An abstract child of Death,
Can without timely eviction
Stop the Divine breath
And devastate the Holy Creation!
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