Wind Wail

Sun sets, giving rise to the wind

Scouring the earth

Leaves little but oblivion

Destruction in its’ wake

Another night, feeling nearby timbers quake

Awake

Suspended by thin nerves

Cataclysm

Wailing through the woods

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