12- key to crown

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Thunder clouds roll over the rooftops

As the winds crash into the windows

The clouds melt into a glistening gold

Something more than eyes can hold

Then a flash

Something quick

Brighter than a candle stick

Electricity strikes

A lovely creation

Lightning

Almost frightening

As the storm rains rule

Over this small forgotten town

Only a chosen few

Wear its key to crown.

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