Harbinger

Shimmering harbinger of suffering,

I laugh at your attempt to cause fear,

Sweeping red and gold across the sky,

To say beware.. I am comeing,

I smile and sip my tea,

I have beaten you before,

You will not get me today,

As you burn the air,

wither grass to dust,

I will ignore your rage,

And in serenity do my work.

-SirHanz

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