17/7/2021
Ominous breeze on a quiet midsummer night,
entering through incompetent drapes --useless
against the slithering wind.
"I'm here to deliver a message. " it said,
"interesting and strange tidings I spread";
it sloppily averred, as if running out of breath!
aping the voice of every human on earth,
and yet no one at the same time--
--oh my, what a peculiar chime!
"Amiable wind, do speak of the message you bring."
Perhaps, the windows I should have shut instead,
alas, curiosity is often a far more interesting friend;
"Heed my warning green child;
when the sun aurifies sea and land,
that's when the end would have already begun,",
it continued "and there will be nothing that can be done!".
Haughtily ending its harrowing prophecy,
flying away with a thunderous laugh,
as a deluge of hysteria overcame my spirit and mind;
mercifully, the trickster breeze was merely babbling about day and night!
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