The straw man raved -
and waved his finger things
smearing reality around
into blurry, distorted,
stranger things that
melted with the solid ground.
A door way opened into nowhere,
where eldritch shadows roam;
through it a creeping terror came,
spreading panic and dread.
People everywhere lost their minds,
quite a few wound up dead
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A New Chapter
PoetryPoetry after the change. A new vision of disaster and spirit. Less optimistic and more.
