Nostradamus - Poem by Della Perry
Where, what, when, who, why?
The noiseless noise drifts by
My tilted ears open wide
A silence that deafens my wounded pride
Loneliness tightens around its prey
Choking sobs of the ones that pray
Clambering darkness that threatens the day
What heralds this madness
I heard them say.
Who or what would be so bold
Why were such events not foretold?
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