Storm - Poem by The Friend
The sky was troubled.
And on the isolated island,
Clever as serpents,
And dark as the sky,
At the sounds of,
the whipping wind,
and the monster's rumbling in the distance,
they knew their time was near.
Several of them gazed,
At the sharp crags,
Knowing they would,
Others began to climb to the top of the island,
And waited for the beast to,
As the monster came,
the isolated-ones' fear became evident,
and slowly they began throwing themselves,
off of the cliff.
Now only two remained,
on the top of the island,
waiting for the monster to do away with them.
Now, their fear was gone,
Fear was replaced with happiness,
Thoughts of death left them,
Happiness pervaded their being,
And then the monster struck.
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