RE: Poetry Contest 🚀

Raven, black
Ripping on the hollow wind
Portent’s fear blows, pale white
Whimpering, cold.

Shadows, dark
Before the turbulent chaos dawns
Measured metronome, ticks
Draining, long.

Careless touch
Flanks, unwittingly exposed
To flee before the storm
Bones, aching.

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