Wicked Days


Dangerous as the roaring fire from the sun
Or the push and pull of the moon

There’s a feeling in the air
Heavy
Unsettling

Something not so nice will happen and soon

 Smiles will turn to twisted frowns
And wavering security to blowing ash

There is something evil in the shadows

That will cause our existence to crash

 Worry not about what you can see

But more about what you can’t

 

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