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Season of fear

Contributed by skinsfan on Tuesday, 27th April 2004 @ 11:11:24 PM in AEST
Topic: NaturePoetry



Off the African Coast a killer
is born. It spins itself into a rage,
keeping its hatred bottled inside.

As it grows stronger, it sniffs
the air seeking death and destruction.
The winds get so violent they bleed
outerbands. These outerbands act
as scouts searching for a victim.

The center turns into a demon-like
eye heading west. It's anger for man
is fueled by its thirst for blood.

Soon it spots land.

In your home, the threat is real
and your body fills with fear.The
windows are covered and you sit
and wait for Satan's fury.

The winds are soon singing Hells
song and your house begins to
shake. You cower in a corner and
pray for your life.

Your worst fear turns real when
your car explodes through the wall,
pinning you underneath.

With no way to escape, you start
gasping for air. As you struggle
to survive, your chest cracks from
the weight.

Seconds turn to minutes. Minutes
turn to hours and your will to live
is fading fast.

Just when you think it can't get
any worse, the walls start to pull
apart. The wood pops from the pressure
and is sucked into the belly of the beast.

Finally, the winds die down and help
arrives. The car is pulled from your
chest and your prayers are answered.

The hurricane is gone and the horror is over.




Copyright © skinsfan ... [ 2004-04-27 23:11:24]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Season of fear (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 28th April 2004 @ 01:06:43 AM AEST
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I can only but marvel at their destructive force, we don't get hurricanes as such in England. When i see the T.V coverage of them it seems a million miles away, but you bought them to life right in front of me, a very good piece of work.

wildejohnny.


Re: Season of fear (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 28th April 2004 @ 01:23:42 AM AEST
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Living on the Louisiana and Texas coasts in the past I know about hurricanes. I have been through a category 3 & and 4 and they were bad enough. I don't see how anyone would ever make it through 5. I am so glad I am far up from the Texas coast and don't have to worry about those anymore. Just tornadoes, but they are rare in these parts.

Rita




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