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The October storm
In the valley would form
The rain and hail damage would perform
And meteorologists would predict another such storm

In the old house man is holding his wife’s pale hand
Hoping she and the unborn child would live not die and be buried in a woodland
For a doctor he has send with the voice that would both plea and demand
But before he gets here past the moorland

It will take long time doctor won’t be here soon
While meteorologist predicts in a couple days a typhoon
The man looks through the window seeing red visage of harvest moon
Even if his child will live it will die of hunger if man can’t harvest the grain soon

Before typhoon arrives or valley dries
As he is thinking that his wife dies
But the child survives
And on the bed it now lies

Man gives the child bottle and goes to harvest the grain
This entire situation is enough to make him insane
A miracle he now needs to attain
As he is cutting the grain his spirit is in great pain

The air is dense and muggy and expression of moon fills man with fear
When on it lines like scuffs begin to appear
The scuffs are representations of scuffs on Madonna’s facet he would hear
And when those reach to her heart means apocalypse is near

He walks through his field undaunted
Even though he fears it might be haunted
Something primeval whispering in the wind is last thing he wanted
But the echoes of Gods worshiped before man had grain now sang their ballad

Suddenly he saw visions of strange creatures from the past
But it was the goat walking like a human that appeared last
Its dismal shadow on the man it would cast
It said if he wishes his son to live his own soul forsake he must

The man was ready to do what from the devil he would hear
But suddenly huge owl would appear
Its presence filled the goat man with fear
And soon devil would disappear

The owl would suddenly transform 
And less terrifying was her form
It was a man’s wife smiling at him against the storm
They embraced knowing what miracle divine would just perform
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