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Shadows descend upon the silky daylight
As millions of people raise their eyes towards the sky
The sun is but an inkblot against the blue horizon
As a harsh, bitter wind brushes across the earth
They shield themselves but to a slim victory
forms of flying creatures fall upon them
Eerie sounds emitting from above
Screams of fear and pain from down below
The angel opens her eyes
And watches the confusion
Her ebony wings unfurl in a stratch, then refold against her back
She again closes her eyes and does nothing
The children are running rampid again...
Copyright 2000 Robin Facchiano
