He
woke up in the night feeling all withdrawn
To
the humming in the eardrums of a persistent horn
T’was
serving as a prelude to the denouement where
A
glance in the mirror showed his own self gone.
He
strolled "with" the river seeking peaceful calm
Empathizing
wholly as the currents grew warm
Rising
in the downpour the threshold got breached
No
dam then stopped the flooding of the farm.
The
harvest was destroyed with nothing left to reap
The
catastrophe dug out a hole so very deep
Receding
waters plundered the cuttings of the drill
The
hollow reverberated with what it used to keep.
The
trails have long dried with the slowly passing night
The
source is now devoid of any zeal to fight
Piercing
through the mountains, the heavens threw his shadow
Wrapping
his alter ego it now shines bright.
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