And then the storm crept in . . .

And then the storm crept in . . .

It's feet became leaden and tramped ruthlessly

through the caverns and crevices,

leaving a trail of deeply engrained

and foul-smelling footsteps.

A sudden light broke a stone wall

and shone brightly from within the crack ---

which grew . . . widened . . . obtained more breadth

The echo of the forging terror resounded

and forbade obstruction.

A wail came . . . .

The defeat was simple.

The echoing recommenced.

1992 (?)

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