The Victim

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No one knows where it came from

How it got there

All they know

That it came like a thief in the night


It did not show any kindness

Whether you were young or old

All you could hear was whistling sound

Coming from nowhere


You wait for the anger to die down

But it wouldn't go away

You try to look

And when you did

Nothing was in sight

Just the howling of the wind

Finally it took a rest

But not for very long


You could hear a crashing

But you dare not look

A voice cried out move

And before you know it

You were halfway out


Wait the sound has gone

Whatever it was

It's not there anymore

It's watching for another path to cross

To find out who its next victim will be

Who will it be

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