25: Thunder

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Thunder

The defeaning sound,
Echoed in the hallway.
I marched alone,
In the darkest place.

I shivered severely.
This has been my biggest fear,
And this should be a dream.
I shut my eyes, begged in silence.

This is just a dream,
The idea I created on my head.
This is the poison,
I should stop taking.

Like a thunder,
It shook my empire.
But little did I know,
It was only an idea.

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