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Spring, Herald of Doom


(Note: This was written for school last year, but I figured I might as well put it here.)

In winter, all was good and cold.
Crisp air made walking nicely brisk.
Skies overcast with murky grey,
Gave pleasant rain to those below.
But spring, a green assassin, creeps,
And slays the clouds with sunlight spears.
Their corpses fall, and soon are dew,
To feed this vile season’s verdant minions.
The sun lets loose its baleful gaze,
Like a cruel tyrant smiting from on high.
Horrific heat weighs down the weary people,
No more clouds left to shield them from the rays.
But even worse, whenever spring comes along,
The dreaded summer will be upon us before long.
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