Night of the Storm
Questionable beliefs
Turn into mishandled futures
Long time age; being a child
One that danced, twirled, and sang
Played when the sun was up
Slept as it fell down deep
Bring up the stars who lift a room
So forever it was thought
There twinkling they would remain
But just as the storm
Steals away the sun during light
Studying the plight of rain clouds
As they march strong and unnerved
Raucous are the sound of thunder
Ghostly is the lighting streaks
In the morning its not so ending
Watching good to bad
I'll always remember how fine
The moments were before
But bad to worse it is at night
Now the memory of the stars are
They didn't have that much
To illuminate now they are completely wiped
As I live older to see
The night storm that changed me
It was in that hour
I see, so many unpleasant things
Could always be worser
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