Prophecy or Warning
Ominous thunder, prophecy or merely a warning?
God’s hands clap loudly, oak tree or transformer must have been hit.
Portentous night has turned still and bleak, silence as a warning
Menacing clouds are moving ridiculously fast toward the east
This is an evening for witches, gremlins, warlocks and bats
I expect to see brooms in the sky; I feel threatened
The moon weeps, there are black clouds of thunder
I cringe at the noise, feeling more threatened than ever.
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