It started off extremely small,

A vibe you just ignored.

But once again you never know,

When death is at your doors.

 

The day was great, the birds they chirped,

The sun peeked through the clouds.

Some ants marched past a cypress tree,

No soul was to be found.

 

The townsmen woke, the townsmen did,

The roles maintained and kept.

And evening fell, and all was swell,

So all the people slept.

 

But up the hill, the ground it stirs,

The Earth was at a wake.

A single tide, a lone man’s fight,

Ripped through the serene lake.

 

And all at once a thousand cries,

Pierced through the silent night.

The seismic trends shall not forgive,

The empire fell from might.

 

Then dust rained down, inside the walls,

The lights all blinked and swayed.

The hallways groaned, the bridges moaned,

The children start to pray.

 

All through the night, the sickle reaped

The earth had sung its tunes.

But even through the jaws of fear

The dove will beat the tomb.

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-terrae motus

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Scholastic Silver Key 2018