She woke up abruptly breath caught in her throat,
This was the third or fourth time that she’d had that dream,
A dream that was filled with sounds of wings thrumming,
Any sign to the meaning of that dream seemed to matter more than ever
The night whistled then started whispering sounding soft and low,
The whispers were sluggish at fast then began sounding fast,
It felt though the anomalous shadows were creeping and leering at her,
Emotions of fear tied a knot in her throat; she swore she heard her name
Death sounded easier at that moment, more than living,
The realization of that meaning was mortifying, frightening and vivid,
With the gray, mourning clouds smeared across the sky,
She knew her end was coming…and the darkened night was enveloping her!
Omens seemed scattered extravagantly throughout her life,
The pain was so fierce and furious that she slip into…
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